Listening to: Michael Jackson's Thriller
We had our staff (post)Christmas party on Sunday. There was a jazz quartet playing most of the evening, but in the last half hour someone in the theater put on the stereo. I don't know if this was meant to usher us out, but instead staff from the various stores poured onto the dance floor and the party took off. (By the way--watching the staff from my store, it was the first time I've seen the guys jump up and try to drag the girls onto the dance floor, instead of vice versa. And just to keep up stereotypes, it was our one staff member from Argentina who was the first on his feet.)
I was standing by the dance floor at the time, and immediately started to dance, even though I was wearing 4 inch heels and for the last hour I'd been thinking (between conversations) "hmm time to sit down."
I forget how much I love to dance until I get the opportunity. The last time was at the Abba cover band concert we went to two years ago.
I mean, I dance in my house all the time, but there's a particular fun that comes from a dark club, a crowd of people, and really loud music. But I am way too lazy to actually go out dancing. Maybe I can set up a disco light in my livingroom, and crowd the floor with stuffed animals. ...And if the guys upstairs are judo-tossing each other around, maybe they won't mind me jumping about.
In other news. I finally finished cleaning up my computer. No more duplicate songs on my iTunes, photos organized by subject and year, school stuff scrapped except articles and papers, all my writing in one place and one computer. Which means it's time to get back to the writing.
1 comment:
4-inch heels??
Was it a combo-store party?
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