Balloon on a stick
I only ever went to clubs to dance.

Years ago I was in Vancouver, didn't know anyone and so went out to just boogie on down to loud music. And drink enough to give me the required Dutch Courage.

I hit the dancefloor like an adonis. I was really wigging out and, what was this? A circle of on-lookers around me? This was just like when the cool kids danced at the High School Prom in films. I was well up for throwing some shapes and kept an eye out for someone else willing to take my challenge to out dance me.

Nobody dared, it seemed. Whatever. I kept going until, eventually, knackered, sweat and beer soaked I crawled home to the shitty hostel I was staying in.

It was only the next morning that, with 20-20 hindsight, I realised that the space had opened up on the dancefloor purely out of self preservation.

Nobody wanted to get twatted by the drunk idiot flailing about like a balloon on a stick.

Still do it, mind
( chthonic, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 21:08, 1 reply)

I do this
However I am in denial.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 23:28, closed)