It's a sweet dance hangover as far as those things go...but I don't enjoy the dragging energy.
All day today, I experienced the requisite dance hangover but had another dance party to go to tonight, so I needed to banish that feeling quickly.
To perk up before the party, I downed a beef, cheddar and bacon sandwich from Arby's. I don't usually eat read meant...but my body was craving it. It was worth it to restore my dance energy. All I needed to recharge was that protein and carbs and some dance music.
I think my overtired state of the day and little red dress caused my little streak of mischievousness to appear. By the time I was dancing, there was no more dance hangover and I was on a naughty roll.
Bear in mind, that when I say naughty and mischievous, I'm not referring to behavior that disrespects anyone......I'm just a little bad--encouraging other dancers to be a little crazy on the dance floor....shouting cat calls at my dancer pals. And of course...Marcel's favorite, de-wedging on the dance floor. You know..there is a special little discreet wedgie dance you do to release your booty to freedom from the wedgie bunched undies. Marcel hates this. So if we are preparing dancing on the floor...I sometimes do a little exaggerated wedgie dance as we step onto the floor. And of course, the wedgie dance can be exaggerated;)
I was in fine form tonight. I blame it on the mischievous red dress. It was a fun party.
|By the way... I wasn't exaggerating about the dangerous curves....|
|Merona: Target fishnets|
Shoes: Galena by Sofft
Goodnight lovelies...I'm off to bed to dream about dance. By the way...it WAS the red dress!