The problem with going out dancing...

...is that when you get home at 2:00 you're still wired. And if you've not been out dancing for awhile, you also have aching muscles of doom. Oy vey, my lower back!

So silveraspen calls me earlier in A Mood (and it did indeed merit capital letters) and asks if I want to dance at a church. I was rather confused until she repeated the request and I realized she meant going to the Church, the ubiquitous downtown-abandoned-church-turned-nightclub so cleverly named. So we go and it was very fun. We spent most of the time in the Arm Flailing Room, i.e. the alternative/gothish basement with bartenders in devil costumes. I generally am drawn to the Arm Flailing Rooms at any club, mostly cos no matter how bad you dance, there is always someone who looks goofier than you.

And get this - a guy hit on me! He couldn't have been more than 25 or so and he comes up and chats. I say, "Oh sorry, I'm married" to which he replies "That's not fair! Beautiful married women shouldn't come out dancing!" (in a joking way). Talk about an ego boost! I'll have to tell Snorri to keep him on his toes ;)

But silveraspen and I just laughed and laughed the whole night - it was an entirely appropriate milliways_bar evening (into which she has also now been assimilated). The first song we danced to was "Send Me an Angel".

Hee!