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I love to go out dancing.
Now this could be a throwback to the late 70s/early 80s when I donned a teensy pink leotard with teensy pink shoes. I scurried about being a mouse in a ballet studio rented by one Ms Dianne Honeybone (of What Now Keep Fit fame) in Christchurch’s Peterborough Centre.
It was just around the corner from the mysterious Lambda Lambda Lambda. I now realise this was a lesbian bar, but at the time the pink velvet curtains and comfortable shoes were never satisfactorily explained.
This could be at the bottom of my dancing urge but as we never learnt to jerk about in time to music with a bass line I can feel in my uterus, I doubt it’s the reason for my love of going crazy to drum n bass. (Also D&B didn’t exist back then and you couldn’t exactly make house music on a Commodore FX 64.)
However, no matter how much I love to dance, hardly any of my friends do.
My one solid clubbing dance partner got himself loved up and stays at home baking casseroles and vacuuming for his husband. Now, the only time he goes dancing is at the male equivalent of Lambda Lambda Lambda, and that’s never going to get me a snog now is it?
That’s why on Saturday night I decided to take only myself off to Ink and Coherent on K-Rd. They had a few DJs on that I’d liked in the past, so I decided to head along and shake my booty solo.
It was therefore a pleasant surprise to run into a number of friends and acquaintances who could shout me vodka RedBulls. We boogied away, though the music was not all that fabulous, and I congratulated myself for being an independent strong female who can make her own fun in the world.
It was then that a crazy Welshman decided he was going to dance in my face and chat to me. I think I’m a bit hazy on exactly what he said (I did say vodka RedBull huh…) but seem to remember him having lived here for ten years and being a town planner?
He then pressed me to come home to his comfy bed after a sum total of 3.5 minutes talking and a kiss (which he did ask if he could have). Very unusually for me I declined his offer (I need to talk to a man for at least 15.8 mins first) but instead gave him my number.
And the result… we have a date this Friday.
He may think I’m a famous actress from Lord of the Rings with a huge fan base in Belgium (I do love texting) but apart from that it’s an honest beginning. Though I do hope I can recognise him on Friday, it was very dark…
So there you go, flying solo can sometimes make for a tandem landing. Choice.
Penny
Start writing now as on August 17 Speakeasy returns, this time UPSTAIRS in the Classic Comedy Bar Studio, 321 Queen St. Spoken Word, Comedy, Cabaret, Music, Magic, Dance, Naked Tao Drumming….whatever. The Alternative Open Mic, 8pm.
Last updated: 29/04/2008
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