Sometimes I feel like I’ve skipped a phase in life. The phase of fan clubs and night clubs. I’ve never been “crazy” or obsessed about any celebrity or group. Neither band nor actor. When my friends were off clubbing, I was possibly having supper with my parents.

I am not a fan of clubbing and alcohol. Never have been and do not think I ever will be. Never felt the need to dress skimpily, throw my head back and rub against other sweaty bodies. When people suggest clubbing, my nose has the jerk reaction to scrunch up in disapproval.

The last time Eli and I stepped into a night club was over a year ago. It was also the first and last time I had done tequila shots in multiples. I do not recall a hangover, but I do remember the nauseating feeling I had on the drive home. We were really fortunate I did not buff in Eli’s precious SVT. In fact, I surprisingly did not even throw up in my own mouth.

Tonight, my nose scrunched up in the cold as Eli and I stood in line to get into a club with some friends. Some very important friends. It was raining and fortunately, we weren’t in “clubbing” attire. This means we were dry and comfortable in our unsexy jackets and practical shoes. We did see some stupid girls in little dresses hunching over and struggling to keep warm. VERY UNSEXY. We laughed, called them stupid and told them, “You are wearing too much!”

Keeping to our corner away from other sweaty bodies, we stripped down to our very appealing underlayer of a t-shirt, and danced. I ACTUALLY DANCED. Eli would tell you that is an achievement. One that I should be proud of.

I don’t usually dance and always feel like an odd stick. I am very conscious about looking awkward on the dance floor, which possibly makes me look really awkward. I don’t know, I just don’t get how they move their hips and shoulders! And I like to blame my parents for not enrolling me in any dance class when I was young and nimble.

So I guess I let loose a little bit more tonight. In the comfort of friends and confidence in myself, I moved. Lifted my feet somewhat and flung the arms. Eli was a fantastic partner as always. He is so patient, encouraging and sporting!

Getting off my feet for a while, I realized why I always discredit my ability to “dance”. It isn’t because I cannot dance, but because I am often too lazy to move my feet. And you have to lift your feet when you dance. I’ve got heavy legs!

I didn’t have any booze but I am definitely buzzed. I think I might have lost some hearing in my right ear. And I am not joking.

p.s. I will update with photos as soon as I get them, assuming I will get them.