We Should Be Dancing, Yeah!

This weekend I found myself doing two things above all others: Sleeping, and dancing. Friday night I brought out my dancing shoes at my BF's uncle's surprise 50th birthday party. What a shindig it was. There ain't nothing like "Walk like an Egyptian..." to bring the 80s child in you out. When eventually, at 2.30am, my poor tootsies couldn't take it anymore, I quietly made my escape. 

Saturday, as you can imagine, I had scrambled eggs for brains. And yet I somehow managed to get myself looking half-way decent and into the car for the drive to a wedding in Stellenbosch. The fabulous thing about it? I didn't know the people getting married from a bar of soap. Not their names and not how they fitted into my partner's world. But who cares? All the better for it. Not knowing anyone means not having to be teased at a later stage about how much you threw your name away on the dance floor. Because that's kind of my modus operandi. Dance dance dance and who cares about the rest?
Having left the wedding at 1am, we eventually got home and crawled into bed, where I stayed for pretty much most of the rest of Sunday, alternatively waking, nibbling, watching QI then snoozing again. Delicious sleep....

One of the best things about getting older, and I'm sure there are lots of things I'm forgetting, but the one that comes to mind today is that the older you get the less you care what people think. So I sometimes think I can dance like a white Zulu? Who cares? A bit of kwaito and we have a different sort of problem on our hands. Cheesy 80s? Bring it on! I'll show you how white people danced in the 80s! And as for my favourites - the one hit wonder that was Ice Ice Baby and who can forget the "pant" that goes with Hammer Time - there's nothing better to get the party started. So, my point? You're never too old or too young to dance. I saw it all this weekend - and the one thing us dance-bunnies had in common (you'd think it'd be rhythmn, but no) was a smile. From kids in their 20s to Oumas of 80, dancing makes the light shine brighter.

Yours in dancing and dreaming
A.