John and I were invited to a Christmas party hosted by the owner of the business. We went to Jillians, where you can eat, drink, party, and play. I had been looking forward to it all day because it was a chance to get all gussied up. Wish I'd worn a different dress, wish I'd worn different shoes. I still looked good, I just didn't realize how far we'd have to park and walk in the cold.
Well, Jillian's has a tower. Imagine my suprise when I realized that his employer rented the very top room of the tower. A catered, private party on a Friday night, in one of the more expensive places in town. The place they rented was called, 'The Blue Cat'. John is still technically a temporary employee, so it was very generous of them to invite us. They even gave him a Christmas bonus (which is extremely generous considering that John is a temporary worker, and not hired on full time yet) and gave me an ornament.
For the most part, I felt pretty conspiquous. Out of place. The people that we sat with were talking about their kids, and how their kids did this or that. They had no particular interest in what I was saying, so I just sat really close to John and was happy when everyone mingled to other tables.
After the party we all went downstair and I thought we were gonna play pool. Or that we were gonna watch the guys play pool. This thought didn't intrigue me much, but this was John's event and I didn't want to spoil it for him. I would have rather gone home.
Well, we actually went down a floor, and there was dancing, so we all just gathered around in the corner. I took off my shoes, because there is no way I could dance in those heels. And, no one would go out on the floor. When Prince came on, I found I couldn't waste the song 'Get Off' and I had to get down. They followed. heh.
Three hours later.....
I am still dancing. I love to dance. Get me on the floor and I will not stop. Even for water. I just drink water and keep going.
There were a few times that I absolutely had to stop because the DJ was killing the mood by very sucky blending. Not to mention that the music was *way* too loud, and even after sleeping several hours, they are still ringing.
One of the people from the party said, "You are a dancing fool."
I do believe I am.
So, finally, I had to stop dancing. I found that my hair was sweating (gross) and that I wanted to sufficiently cool down before having to freeze my ass off in the long cold walk back to the car.
I danced too much I think. Or, I'm just getting old. Because my legs were rubber bandish at the end of the night and I had to wait for the elevator instead of taking the stairs.
Plus, I ended up having to get some orange juice because I was falling asleep while John played video games. Now, I admit that I had just wanted to go home, and I didn't mean to be snippy with him. I was just tired and the effects of dancing for three hours were starting to take toll on me.
When we finally drove home, I was nearly falling asleep at the wheel. When I got home, I laid down, John put on some music for me to drown out the ringing in my ears, and I think I fell asleep in mid fall to my pillow.
I have dance hangover this morning. I have that dreaded feeling of maybe I should just go back to bed...
but it was so nice to dance again.
edit #1
I have decided to follow my old way of just editing and adding text to the same entry. I don't have to come up with a title that way, and I can just keep under the same entry. I like it better this way.
which brings me to what I wanted to add.
This part of a song is going around in my head from coldplay.
So meet me by the bridge,
Oh meet me by the lane
When am I going to see
That pretty face again
Meet me on the road
Meet me where I said
Blame it all upon
A rush of blood to the head
I have today off, so I imagine I'll update a bit here and a bit there.