these are NOT dancing shoes!

So I went to manray on friday night after much debate and a rather involved 6 person trip to shop for appropriate attire. I was rather apprehensive about going because:
1) most nighclubs bug me
2) There are very few environments in which dancing is enjoyable for me. I don't like when a dance floor is all about overt showing off and I also find it difficult to find partners with whom dancing is not like a tug of war. "I wanna do this! Well I wanna do this in the opposite direction!" In addition, I can't see without my glasses and dancing with glasses on can be precarious.
3) I wasn't sure if I was going for me, or because all my friends were going and they wanted me to go
4) sometimes loud music is fun, sometimes it is just irritating
5) I was afraid that I would be there for a bit, decide I was done and ready to leave, and then be stuck there for several hours.

Despite all of these misgivings, at about 10:45 i found myself handing my ID to a bounder who really didn't look scary enough to be a bouncer.

So some of the anticipated irritations did occur. My glasses did fall off and I was in the room with the strobe lights at the time. FOrtunately Dave and Antimony could see better and located them for me. It was quite smoky and I really wished I had brought earplugs, but I got all my hearing back within an hour and if I go back, I will know better. But overall it was a fun time. No preening and showing off on the dance floor, besides if people had been doing so, it was dark and smoky enough that i could have ignored them. And I discovered that I can in fact dance with Wyndam and neither one of us gets stepped on or feels dragged around. We might break some laws and certainly the boundaries of public decency in the process but at least we have fun :) I also realized I knew, or had at least met, about 1/4 of the people in the entire club at some point which wa pretty cool and made the fact that I was in a nightclub less irritating. And when I was ready to leave, so were several other people in our party, so I didn't have to wait around for everyone else. So it turned out to be a good choice and I will probably go back at some point... however there is the matter of the subject line of this post.

I was wearing a pair of black boots with somewhat narrow 2 inch heels on them. They are lovely boots, but they are NOT dancing shoes. I discovered I could last 5-10 minutes at a time in them before my knees started cramping and I had to sit down. That kinda sucked. Next time I'm going to function over style and wearing flats.

In other news, my ever fickle motivation appeared for a bit this evening and I have actually gotten something useful done. woo!

these are NOT dancing shoes!

So I went to manray on friday night after much debate and a rather involved 6 person trip to shop for appropriate attire. I was rather apprehensive about going because:
1) most nighclubs bug me
2) There are very few environments in which dancing is enjoyable for me. I don't like when a dance floor is all about overt showing off and I also find it difficult to find partners with whom dancing is not like a tug of war. "I wanna do this! Well I wanna do this in the opposite direction!" In addition, I can't see without my glasses and dancing with glasses on can be precarious.
3) I wasn't sure if I was going for me, or because all my friends were going and they wanted me to go
4) sometimes loud music is fun, sometimes it is just irritating
5) I was afraid that I would be there for a bit, decide I was done and ready to leave, and then be stuck there for several hours.

Despite all of these misgivings, at about 10:45 i found myself handing my ID to a bounder who really didn't look scary enough to be a bouncer.

So some of the anticipated irritations did occur. My glasses did fall off and I was in the room with the strobe lights at the time. FOrtunately Dave and Antimony could see better and located them for me. It was quite smoky and I really wished I had brought earplugs, but I got all my hearing back within an hour and if I go back, I will know better. But overall it was a fun time. No preening and showing off on the dance floor, besides if people had been doing so, it was dark and smoky enough that i could have ignored them. And I discovered that I can in fact dance with Wyndam and neither one of us gets stepped on or feels dragged around. We might break some laws and certainly the boundaries of public decency in the process but at least we have fun :) I also realized I knew, or had at least met, about 1/4 of the people in the entire club at some point which wa pretty cool and made the fact that I was in a nightclub less irritating. And when I was ready to leave, so were several other people in our party, so I didn't have to wait around for everyone else. So it turned out to be a good choice and I will probably go back at some point... however there is the matter of the subject line of this post.

I was wearing a pair of black boots with somewhat narrow 2 inch heels on them. They are lovely boots, but they are NOT dancing shoes. I discovered I could last 5-10 minutes at a time in them before my knees started cramping and I had to sit down. That kinda sucked. Next time I'm going to function over style and wearing flats.

In other news, my ever fickle motivation appeared for a bit this evening and I have actually gotten something useful done. woo!