Future educator. Future Espana resident. Future dressmaker. Future dancer. Future MasterChef.
Here now.
The weekend posed yet another opportunity to socialise, drink wine and bust a move. Not only did I do all three, I did it to the extreme!!
Let me set the scene…Saturday night, my best friend Lula asked me to go to a 21st with her. I am not 100% familiar with the birthday boy in question, but when does one give up an opportunity for meeting new boys people. So off we go to the Cab-town RugbyLeague Club and walk into a room of unfamiliar faces. Then in the light I happen to see some people I know, get to start talking, visit the bar (which had a bar tab for the goon bags, Mozelle may be the new wine of choice!) quite a few times, and greet many other people who I also happen to know!! The night proceeds, the Mozelle bag getting emptier and emptier,new friendships and, myself and a few friends relocate to the df. A battle of moves break out, I have been challenged. Out of nowhere I have an urge to do the most random thing ever, and full on CARTWHEEL. and might I say it was fabulous! That dfloor ain’t never seen anything like it! P.S. I won the challenge.
I think.
I walked away from that floor with a few bruises, sore muscles and reputation of ‘unbelievable dancer’. I walked away from that party with a new bunch of friends, two tattoos (c2162h, rp2143 baybay) and many foggy memories of a fabulous night that might not have been.
Pretty sure I left an impression on a few boys people.
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