Going out is fun and addictive, I don't think you ever really stop. So here's my situation. Before going out the last thing your best-going-out pants have on their
stretchy mind is to eat. Even if you are going to have a small portion. Eaten in a
jiffy. Because chips from down the road will speed up the getting ready process
but really how many is enough? On a big night... I’d say it’s different for
each design. You’ll always eat with confidence, denim or not, textural or safe,
most especially if you’re not into collecting phone numbers. Everything will be
forgiven after midnight.
Dress on a night out always spoke to me loud. They feel feminine, catch all the
dizzy eyes, sometimes they’re just all that you need on.
Trousers on the other hand... Could they happen and work? Even if my inner sex bomb
protested, the outside conditions were saying otherwise. It’s freezing and I’m
working the next day so no, I don’t really fancy coming down with something
already fought two weeks ago. So denim jeans and long-sleeved chiffon top were put
together. And it felt right. My new very favourite outfit was painlessly
conceived. But that’s not the end of your favourite story. I don’t really
specialize in moves on the dancefloor without frilly fabric dancing with me.
What one does with hands, how one handles that nothing blows up? The thought was terribly unsatisfying. Until
I realized you basically do it the same. If you want to. Move is a move, hip
shake still a cute option to get everyone talking, no point feeling less
special living the dream in pants. I’ll keep it in mind next time I make such
dramatic choice.
Is it just me or it is a classic move to try fellow dancer’s hat on for extra bit of a situation? I’ll let you not to answer. Cause it might be just me. Or the Elvis. Or both.
When you hear ‘Black and white’ by Michael Jackson in the club you thank
your mum and dad for getting together just so you always recognize this song.
Way cooler when you’re mostly surrounded by folk half your age available for a
spin. What more could you need? And it’s not even three in the morning. Also a
bit of Elvis will never let you down.
Is it just me or it is a classic move to try fellow dancer’s hat on for extra bit of a situation? I’ll let you not to answer. Cause it might be just me. Or the Elvis. Or both.
So you go partying. And forget the door key. And this time you’re not going
wild as you would after grocery shopping. Nostalgic, that’s how it feels. Cause
this is the feeling we all know and recognize. Pause for a minute and start
texting and calling. Banging helps too. x
