Today I just need to write. About what I'm not sure, but hey it's a lovely little outlet. I've been working my little buns like mad this week so a hiatus, a rest, a deep breath (although I'm not fully capable of those at this moment) seems necessary for this moment. You know, reflection and stuff.
My brain immediately goes to last weekend. I drove with some friends down to NewMexiworld (I prefer to compare it to the likes of Disneyworld) for a little R&R that mostly included drinking champagne, sleeping and dancing. We danced so hard (or correction: I danced so hard) that I woke up with burning calves and an achy back the next morning . . . with a little hint of embarrassment looming like a dark cloud over my head. Granted, I don't often get embarrassed-embarrassed, but recalling some of my MONDO white girl dance moves last night made me feel a little . . . stupid. That, and all I could remember doing was throwing my arms all over the place and bouncing up and down. A LOT. But naturally that feeling faded fast as I reflected more. What began as two of us wiggling around the living room quickly became three ladies trying to synchronize moves and act as foolishly as possible in an effort to lure in other dancers. After an hour of this we still had no takers. Maybe it was because I was dripping in sweat? Well, yeah, maybe.
THEN after a little break in action, I went back inside to find three of our guy friends having a raging dance party. People, this isn't something you/I/anyone sees everyday, so I took full advantage. Within 10 minutes we had a full-blown dance party in the middle of the living room (we moved the furniture out of the way to make a sweet dance floor) complete with dance circles, awesome/awful moves, and attempts at break-dancing (or at least that's what it looked like to me).
But best of all? There was a hula hoop. Watching a grown man hula hoop is about as good as it gets.
And so ends my train of thought.
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