|Do I hear music?
||[Nov. 30th, 2003|07:54 pm]
At the end of the night yesterday, I told Ferrett that if there ever comes a time when I am lying in a coma and no one knows if I might ever recover and he is searching for the trigger that might bring me back out of it, just get a good DJ and start playing the dance music.
Despite how sick I felt, how worn down from coughing, how long the wait was between the wedding and the reception, how ready I was to just go lie down somewhere, when the music started I was dancing.
I am no good at this. When I was young and thin and cute, I was quite the sight on the dance floor. Now I am just one more middle-aged pudgy woman bouncing around. I do not care. I love to dance.
For their part, the DJ/MC team really was the best I have ever had the pleasure to experience. I wish we'd had them for our wedding (rather than the drunk who never played a single song from our playlist unless we pawed through his CDs and found the disk ourselves). Three times I declared myself done in and sat wheezing and coughing. Two of those they managed to get me back on the floor.
I'm home now, settled in, and making my calls home to family. I need to make myself get through a little more homework than what I accomplished on the plane. My sides ache from coughing, and I'm about ready to fall over from exhaustion.
But last night, I danced.
Personally, I think most people who obviously enjoy dancing (unless they're hideously bad at it) look good dancing, and those who obviously don't enjoy it, no matter how attractive they are otherwise, don't look good on the dance floor.
Of all people, Gini, you deserve a good dance lately. Pity Ferrett couldn't've been there with you.
Oh, but he was!!!! We danced and danced, and then he took care of me when I faltered. He was wonderful, my knight in slakcs and a sports coat.
Gini - having trouble sleeping
Oh, whoops, stupid me!!! I thought you guys were still apart.
That's lovely. I'm glad. Did he wear one of those little helm things with the feather on top? I think he'd look quite cute in one of those. ::g::
Sucks about the not sleeping. :(
Hang on, I'll see if I can scare you to sleep.......
::flashes the screen::
We were together. NOW, we're apart.
Hence, the not sleeping. He left me at the airport this afternoon. I am lonely without him.
Sorry to hear it. :(
I admire the hell outta both of you, fwiw - you can both be on LJ, with a lot of mutual friends, still get on with each other, and still be fairly open about yourselves and your relationship (at least, as far as I can tell ::g::). That's damn impressive.
Re your older guy at work, we have a similar guy here. He's in his late 60s. Used to be doing my boss's job (at another place, not here), then retired, but couldn't stand it so he came back in a lesser position.
He's a pain in the ass at times because he does NONE of his own wordprocessing, and all the others do most of theirs, and he pushes and pushes.
But he can be really nice. And when I invited everyone to go to lunch with me, just for the hell of it, he was so damn touched that I invited him too.
Music - Balm for the soul, wings for the feet, medicine for the body!!
Nothing ever seems to be able to replace the effects of wonderfully loud music when you feel lousy does it?
I can be totally exhausted and in a foul mood, but I'll end up dancing if the music is right!! Hope it helps and that YOU GET WELL!!
I told Ferrett and I wanted you to know, if you two ever want to run away for a no-pressure weekend, we're open here in Atlanta. We have a guest room with it's own bath and the food's actually pretty decent too. We'd love to have you come down some weekend!
Wow. That's a wonderfully generous offer. If we can ever get some time off (no mean feat, believe me, what with school and work), we will keep it in mind. Thank you so much!
I really need to dance again. I loved it many years ago, and sad to say, I havent danced since prolly 1993- unless of course forced square dancing with nuns in the monastery counts, which in my book does not :)
glad you had a good time!
It wasn't "real" dancing, just boppng along to the rock'n'roll. And, yeah, one needs to do it, and do it regularly.