Dash Can't Dance

After all these years, I've resided to the fact that "I can't dance". I know this, and accept it. The most you will get out of me is some fist pumping, and depending on liqour levels in the body - some jumping around. Though, I have been known to bust out the "Running Man" & the "Sprinkler"!
Now days, I like to sit with friends over some tapas and wine, and most of all - talk.

This week I decided to visit our old stomping ground. Now that my best mate isn't around any longer, I thought I'd have a drink in his name. As it turns out, it was 42 degrees & all I could handle was water. I found a stool and parked myself there. I watched the new generation and the scene queens (that haven't changed, with the exception of wider waist lines and tired faces) all putting on a show - dancing like everyone was watching. Arms flailing, feet stomping, striking dramatic poses as the "Time Warp" is blasted throught the massive speakers - all the while, taking it oh so seriously.

Enjoying my people watching, I watched men go from one to another hoping to find Mr Right... or Mr Right Now. If they see you looking in their direction - that must mean you want them. Next thing I knew, I had this old queen all up in my area. A smile and a "no thanks" didn't seem to work. Pushing him away, and facing the other way definatly didn't work. So my next step was a stone cold face and a blunt, but effective "Fuck off" did the trick. Thankfully he was hammered, and wont recall what I said. That was my cue to leave - no partying until sunrise.

I did the customary fast food visit. While I ate, a girl was throwing her meal up in the restroom - oblivious that everyone in the restaurant could hear everything.

The next day I hear stories of guys getting their drinks spiked. If your drink was actually spiked, you know it. You wouldn't be Tweeting about it 10 minutes after you leave the venue. Don't use that as an excuse for your excessive drinking. Silly boys.

Well, another 42 degree - perfect Sunday really. No hangover. No bruised feet from jumping around like a lunatic. Just a night of smiles, laughs, & good memories.

I miss you Luke White
-Dash xoxo