back to myself…
Last weekend I went to a disco/lounge, something that I rarely do, and even more seldom, enjoy. Nothing abnormal about this, though. People have enjoyed parties since as far as they can remember. Ehrm…, not very long, then. Anyway, the place was as enjoyable. And all this led to dancing. To me, if you are in the right state of mind, you can dance anything you want to dance. To music, that is. But sadly this mood only strikes me once in a blue moon. Most of the times I feel out of touch with my dancing self, and especially when in a room full of friends and other folks. My point in saying all of this, is to find out what brings you to the state of losing your inhibitions and sharing your moves with the rest of the lot. Gah… I’m dangerous.
Not in the sense that my dancing could be labeled dangerous (yeah right!), but in the sense that this was the name the artist named the music that set me adrift on the dancefloor. Her name, Madonna. And while “Like a virgin” is more of a shock musically and stylistically, “Jump” if not equally charming, much more overwhelming. Or, at least it was that Saturday night. And my friends thought so too. The other songs and their percussive and rythmic patterns are hypnotizing and harsh and hard and mean. And it made my Saturday. I didnt dance, well.. standing, because the chair was hating me… I couldnt stop moving. 
And believe it or not, that was a load of fun. I’m 22 years old and I’m nostalgic about the early nineties, and the time when jacko (michale jackson) wasn’t all jacked up and grunge seemed like a bright future. Holy moly.
Later that night, we saw what can only be called, a display of sins!
Nostalgia malgia. Sadly, things complicated and I haven’t been around. I hope you stay patient and excited, I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’m trying to post more and more… But I dont wanna bore you.
Be aware, that… This weekend, for a second I felt a teensy bit awkward, I still havent figured out why… I dunno, maybe this whole relaxing thing, and taking things a little less seriously is actually working. yet… it was awkward, and as I fix in my mind the moment in which happened, a blank comes up… But still… The more I think about it… the more importance I give to it… so meh… that’s that… so, whatever.
And with the lines of Avril Lavigne’s “Hot”…
“You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
You’re so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You’re so fabulous…”
Ta ta!
nagh
