Day 98: Hey Mr. DJ, Put A Record On…

I went out last night for the first time since I don’t even remember when. Not too keen on the “fresh meat” feel, but I haven’t been out with my girlfriends in a while and I really miss dancing. I used to be nicknamed the “Dancing Queen” because the dance floor would be the one place guaranteed you’d find me. I tend to get in the zone and go into my own little world where nothing else seems to matter but moving and music.

I had a bit of an eye-opener last night though when I was waiting in line for the loo. In a friendly conversation with some guy, after his discovering it was my first time there, he asked me where else do I frequent to which I replied, “Uh…I don’t. I either work…or work.” And as soon as the words rolled off my tongue I thought to myself, “God that’s lame.” Since when did I lose track of making time for fun? What kind of life is it when all you make time for is work or more work…no matter how much you love it? Not very balanced if I do say so myself.

So for the first time in a very long time (probably a year or more) I let go, put three sheets to the wind and never looked back. I smiled, I laughed, I got silly, I told funny stories, I danced, I met new people, and I had one heck of a fantastic time. I felt alive like the good ‘ole days when I was footloose, fancy free and quite the social butterfly. God it felt good.

Music and dancing definitely put life back in my life, so I told myself that I need to start doing this more often. Once a month, once every two months… I don’t care, just more often. And this place we went to called The Greedy Pig in Gastown, downtown Vancouver is the perfect place to go and let go. Quaint, comfortable, age-appropriate, and fantastic DJ’s that will get your feet moving. If you haven’t been yet be sure to check it out – third Saturday of the month is best. If you see me there, don’t be a stranger and be sure to say hello.  ;o)

See you on the dance floor!