musings of a melancholic: dancin fool

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I just love weddings...for a myriad of reasons.

But if I get to attend with my sister, I love them all the more.

And I swear, it's an accident that we steal all the attention on the dance floor.

We just can't help ourselves.

(who raised this girl anyway?)

My sister and I are something of a phenomenon at dance parties.
Many of you have seen me dance, but if Teresa is out there with me...all bets are off.
Most people cannot keep up, but it's not usually because they cannot dance themselves,
but is due to the fact that they are laughing their arses off.
It's a little comic bit we do.

We've been working on routines together
all the way back to those summer days in the pool.

And it shows.
Even in stilettos.
(THESE and THESE to be exact)

It's been too long since we've had this kind of fun.
So thanks for getting married, people of the world.
It sure beats the club.

But all jest aside, it's been a horrible few weeks as far as bad news is concerned,
and I really needed to stomp it out on the dance floor.
Some people have crack cocaine,
I have Madonna.

With insane amounts of lactic acid burning in my muscles,

~crm

I've been kind of waiting for it to go away but since it's lingering, I suppose I shall extract it thus. This aforementioned it is this gnawing, annoyingly cold-sore-like discontent that keeps distracting me from enjoying my life. The little bits, the big bits, they both seem to be growing and swirling in the balloon-sized wine glass of my psyche...and the sulfites are giving me a headache. Ensue rant:

I miss being busy. Though everyone seems to be quite jealous of this in me, I must admit that I enjoy being busy and thriving upon tasks. However, if these tasks are meaningless and invented solely to keep me busy, I rebel and cannot complete them. I've said it before, but I've quite married myself to the idea that I might be addicted to meaning and have an overdose in my life.
I am quite discontent at the adjustment in lifestyle. How I miss the bustling energy of Capitol Hill - the subconscious knowledge that SOMETHING was going on somewhere, SOMEONE was having the time of their life, and if not...were at least in existential crisis over it and hardly complacently adapted to their less than ideal jobs, etc, etc. When you live with the young, you live with mercenaries. When you live with no one, you've only yourself to glean inspiration from. I feel uninspiring to me this ordinary night in late December.
I feel bored with the things I usually love...writing, photography, art, fashion, cooking, etc.
I've absolutely NOTHING to wear, ever.
Due to No. 2, I do not walk anymore. I've therefore espoused a new weighty 5 lbs that I cannot seem to divorce from my nether regions. On top of this, I need a hair cut, eye-brow attention, and mani/pedi. These things may seem trivial to some, but they are truly integral to me feeling like me...put together, taken care of, lovely.
I've gotten to thinking about my goals for 2010...the goals aside from the financial and fitness. I've wondered if I should go back to work to find some sort of structure to my day; I've seriously pondered going back to school online; perhaps this is the year I start marketing myself and producing myself as a professional blogger/writer. I stand at this many-pronged fork (YOU KNOW, LIKE THE ONES THEY SERVE WITH A 20-COURSE MEAL THAT YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHEN TO USE), and I feel nothing. I feel no passion or inclination towards anything.

In my soul, I feel big and blue.
I'VE BECOME THE BLOB.

I think the only remedy is lots and lots of dancing.
Know any hot clubs in Hobart, Wa?

Blerg.
It must be the Monday after Christmas.

Herein lies the question for you, tell me. What do you do for inspiration?

~Back to the tequila,
crm

It's true what they say about exercise! ENDORPHIN city!

I've been able to walk/run THREE times this week (hey, it's more than I've done in 6 months) and this breezy and cool Friday noon, I was out and about doing my run/walk to my 90's pandora station (cleverly titled "Clothes are Cumbersome" by my saint).

Oh lordy how I wanted to dance. Sure I had a few little arm movements I cleverly disguised as stretches, but mainly I had a joker-sized grin on my face the whole time because I saw myself footloosing it all down Summit Avenue and how people would laugh and I would laugh and all of the sudden - EUUUPPPHHHOORIIA!

I came home wanting to spend all day dancing, and remembered one of my very favorite 80s movies...Girls Just Wanna Have Fun staring (the trained dancer) Mz. Sarah Jessica Parker and her quirky comedic side-kick, Helen Hunt. TELL ME YOU'VE SEEN THIS MOVIE.