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party weekend
Dec. 12th, 2009 02:12 amFriday night: work Christmas party
Saturday night: b'day party for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arabel
Sunday night: sci-fi group party
Overall, I had a good time. Food was average, company was good, dance floor was very good. I like dancing - retro, songs I can sing to - music is a big weakness for me. So I love going out dancing.
I don't do it very often. Mostly, because I'm not willing to go out among strangers and really let myself go. That's not who I am. When I dance - the real, no-holds-barred, body jiving, it's among people I know and usually like. This usually means private parties with a DJ and a dance floor, few of which I'm invited to anymore. (21sts and weddings were the main reasons and, well, my friends are mostly over 21 and married now.)
So I do enjoy the opportunity to dance with people I know, and I don't get it very often. It probably showed tonight, since I kept chivvying people onto the dance floor: reluctant colleagues, people who just needed a little encouragement...upper level management... I pretty much herded our project financial officer out on the floor and showed him how to dance when he protested he couldn't. (Sel's dance lessons for the unco: bounce up and down on the spot in time to the music, bending your knees, and similarly bounce your hands in the air - again, in time to the music. Works a dream every time!)
Anyway, someone noted that I knew the words to all the songs we were dancing to and that I looked like I was enjoying myself. And I was!
( well, up until about 11:30 )
The party was otherwise really enjoyable, and although I was invited to go out after; I declined. Partly because I don't go out without someone I trust to get me home unmolested - someone who has a personal stake in my well-being. It's a trust issue. I don't tempt fate, I don't risk my well-being. And while I know the faces of some of the people going out, I'm not sure I know anything more about them, let alone trust them if I have to be dragged home at 5am...
Also, the parentals are coming over to do work on the yard. 8am on a Saturday morning.
That's 6 hours from now!
I'd better get some actual sleep.
Saturday night: b'day party for
arabelSunday night: sci-fi group party
Overall, I had a good time. Food was average, company was good, dance floor was very good. I like dancing - retro, songs I can sing to - music is a big weakness for me. So I love going out dancing.
I don't do it very often. Mostly, because I'm not willing to go out among strangers and really let myself go. That's not who I am. When I dance - the real, no-holds-barred, body jiving, it's among people I know and usually like. This usually means private parties with a DJ and a dance floor, few of which I'm invited to anymore. (21sts and weddings were the main reasons and, well, my friends are mostly over 21 and married now.)
So I do enjoy the opportunity to dance with people I know, and I don't get it very often. It probably showed tonight, since I kept chivvying people onto the dance floor: reluctant colleagues, people who just needed a little encouragement...upper level management... I pretty much herded our project financial officer out on the floor and showed him how to dance when he protested he couldn't. (Sel's dance lessons for the unco: bounce up and down on the spot in time to the music, bending your knees, and similarly bounce your hands in the air - again, in time to the music. Works a dream every time!)
Anyway, someone noted that I knew the words to all the songs we were dancing to and that I looked like I was enjoying myself. And I was!
( well, up until about 11:30 )
The party was otherwise really enjoyable, and although I was invited to go out after; I declined. Partly because I don't go out without someone I trust to get me home unmolested - someone who has a personal stake in my well-being. It's a trust issue. I don't tempt fate, I don't risk my well-being. And while I know the faces of some of the people going out, I'm not sure I know anything more about them, let alone trust them if I have to be dragged home at 5am...
Also, the parentals are coming over to do work on the yard. 8am on a Saturday morning.
That's 6 hours from now!
I'd better get some actual sleep.
