Lately I have not been “going out”. I get invited to things, but usually I choose hanging out in my comfy pants over any social activity.
But I realized it’s not that I want to be a grumpy old hermit for the rest of my life, in fact it is the exact opposite: I want to dance. I want to hit a sweaty, nasty dance floor. Hard.
I want to sing to a pop song from the top of my lungs. Body roll like it’s my business. And run out of breath from harnessing my inner Beyonce. Don’t get me wrong I’m not looking to bump and grind with sleazy dudes, in fact I want enough dance floor space to myself that I can do the Single Ladies moves without running into anyone.
I am not looking to sit quietly at another folk night. Or even laugh my ass off at a comedy show. I want a night of uninhibited body grooving. Fingers crossed I make it happen soon, and here is a little something to get the dance party started: