Last night I went dancing and it was nice.
There was a crowd of non-dancers there generally milling around the pub, which was useful as it provided a sort of crowd-filler that really adds to the mood in the room. They were all cheery and well lubricated, which is a lovely antidote to dancers who can be a bit serious and uptight. But the dancers were also feeling cheery last night, and there was a nice mix of people, all of whom were looking for some fun dancing and were ready to socialise. I was happy with the way my set went. I just played a lot of favourites, though I did play versions that aren’t usually played. Which was nice.
Then I danced and danced. An hour and a half without stopping, only sitting out a couple of songs. All that charleston practice and swimming and running has really built up my stamina, which is satisfying. It hasn’t done much for my following, though, which is only to be expected.
And then I came home and watched Vampire Diaries in bed, eating peanut butter on bread and chocolate ice cream and explaining the plot to The Squeeze, who was still up when I got home.