Man, It's So Loud in Here
So this last Saturday, we did something that we really have never done before. We went out to a big dance club. I’ve always tended to avoid that sort of thing. Perhaps it’s a fear of potentially bad music. Maybe I was scarred in my youth (I do remember being told by a club employee at a local club’s “teen night” some friends and I mustered the courage to go to when in high school that “you need to dance if you are going to be on the dance floor” . . . we thought we were.) Regardless, a friend of mine had some passes to Spirit (big, angry dance club here in Dublin) and I was at work when Jenniffer took the call and made plans for us, so off we went.
I must admit, it was a lot of fun. We spent our time upstairs in the main room, where a DJ was mixing his butt off. Though spurred on by the semi-rare remix of U2’s “Vertigo”, I proceeded to jump around and shake my booty like it was nobody’s business. Dance like nobody is watching. Clear your mind and you’re ass will follow.
You get the point.
Here it is now Wednesday morning, and the last bit of ringing has finally left our ears. Thank you Jacqui for dragging us for a night out that we normally wouldn’t do. It was a good night.
As I type: listening to U2 “Pop”