i miss dancing, of all kinds. jammix. class. three days a week. to stupid songs in emily’s room. in sketchy san francisco clubs. with too much alcohol in me. with not enough alcohol in me. in my room in the mornings. with susan in the hallway of cromem. on the shores of the pamlico sound. viennese ball.
we went to the melody club tonight. i’m not a fan of the place itself, mainly because of the clientele. but i got to dance, lindy, 6-count, with nick, a good lead.
yeah. i miss dancing.
lisa, debbie and i want to buy darrin’s dance grooves, as seen on tv(!), and become hip hop queens.
i need to spend more time at the pool. i need a tan. i need to run, and lose this belly.
i need to go to bed.
