Last night I went on an adventure. First, I went to watch LP play netball. Then we went to party at the Hawthorn, which was fun-ness. Here are some important notes from the night:
- If you stand on the dancefloor and stare at people, and judge them because they are dancing and having fun... get off the dancefloor. and then get out of my house.
- If you are with your girlfriend/boyfriend/animal friend and are standing in the middle of the dancefloor, and making out and bumping into people... get off the dancefloor. or I'll be tempted to dance up on you.
- Dancing is fun. Dancing right now. With my pants. on my head.
- I was wearing awesome pants, with a fly that magically comes undone by itself. Usually, if I'm doing anything active, even just walking, they'll slowly sneak their way down. The secret is to dance and do moves that people think are awesome, but you're really just slowly doing up your fly? Luckily, it didn't happen last night.
- Happy Birthday EW.
- You definately feel old, when you've been dancing most of the night, and then can feel your calf muscles tightening, and say, "I'm probably going to cramp soon." I was amused... but that totally wasn't me. Or was it?
- Toilets are disgusting. The guys' had vomit all over the place. I also saw a cubicle that very much looked like a whole zoo of animals had crapped on the floor. And the walls. And the roof. I did not see the girls', so let's just assume it was worse? Ha.
- Overly drunk people are so boring, and if you say things like, "OH mannnnn, I am SOOoooOOO drunk!"... I feel like slapping you. With a wet fish. Covered in custard.
Anyway, after that LP and I walked in the rain to the car, only to discover... the battery was dead. Awesome! Then we found out it would be three hours till RACV could come save our souls. So we got a cab. And I managed to even give directions...on the final street before my house. For those of you who do not know, I cannot do directions. My Melways would need to be a popup book with landmarks.
There ends a fun night of adventuring. And here ends a not so pointless post. Adios.
Haha, sounds awesome. Those pants also sound like a pair of shorts that I have. Yes, they are very fun to wear.
ReplyDeleteyay,
ReplyDeleteglad you had a good night.
plj.
Dancing is funny.
ReplyDeleteI love watching people dance.
thanks muchly for coming xxxx
ReplyDeletehaha oops forgot to write my name on the comment above. i think i'll leave it like that. more mysterious.
ReplyDeleteand watch out for elbows. and feets.
Jono: Best pants ever. Best shorts ever. Best shpants ever.
ReplyDeleteEmmalee: Hoorah! We shall dance soon.
Em: You shouldn't just watch, you should join! Next time. But watching people who actual do dancing is good.
Anonymouse: Thank you for adding to the fun. Watch out for those elbows indeed. They might make you... 'trip' up. Ha! Winner. What type of word is feets anyway?
I am not very much of a dancerrr... which makes it double fun I suppose.
ReplyDeleteAt our school formal last year they had a dance floor... they played a lot of techno crap remix stuff and a lot of the girls were dancing sluttily. I know that is not a word.
I did 'dance' though. More just moved my feet... then we ran around for who knows why?
You should dance. Always. Even to crap music you don't like. I do that all the time, because it's more fun to dance than to complain about the music.
ReplyDeleteAnd you can dance not 'sluttily'.
I agree. This non-slutty dancing is the dancing I prefer.
ReplyDeleteDancing silily (not a word) is also fun if you can laugh at yourself. It is smanbastical, even. I have not used that word for a long time.
Smanbastical indeed. My baby of a word has grown into a much-used man-word. Celebration time methinks.
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