My friend had decided to celebrate her birthday at Hard Rock Cafe. I was as you can imagine apprehensive to say the least. There would be dancing.. of that I had no doubt whatsoever.
I went there prepared with various excuses that I would use whenever someone insisted I must dance. Needless to say I promptly forgot them the minute somebody grabbed my arm. So I turned into a babbling idiot mumbling something about not dancing, leg hurting (I was wearing my 3-inch heels you see) etc. and would go back to my seat and nurse my drink (the bartender couldn't make me a strawberry daiquiri so he made his version of it.. and it was awesome!).
After my third drink, I somehow found myself on the dancefloor (again), only this time I couldn't remember why on earth I wanted to go back to my seat. So I danced. And danced. And danced. Then I had to stop to visit the loo. Then I came back and danced some more. And some more. You get the idea.
After my third drink, I somehow found myself on the dancefloor (again), only this time I couldn't remember why on earth I wanted to go back to my seat. So I danced. And danced. And danced. Then I had to stop to visit the loo. Then I came back and danced some more. And some more. You get the idea.
So I guess I stand corrected. Dancing is fun. Coz when I think back to that night, I know I had fun. But I also know I must have looked like a right jackass with a whole bunch of left feet in the process.
Well, thats all the dancing I'll be doing folks.. until the next round of strawberry daiquiri wannabes.. or something like that ;)
2 comments:
Hay i have never seen you dance in school days
Next time you take a video, and upload it on your blog :)
hello.. yes.. dancin is fun! and yes.. it does make us all look like idiots.. but with a few drinks in our tummys.. who cares!
kritts
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