23. Go Dancing Again
As someone who grew up counting down the days each month until the next middle school dance, you’d think I’d be someone who would dance more often. However, it seems that the older I get, my “don’t care what people think” attitude seems to be fading, and the thought of someone pointing out what a crappy dancer I actually am gives me ridiculous anxiety.
After going to Silk City in Philadelphia a few months ago with a group of people I didn’t know and having an absolute blast dancing to the stuff I used to listen to in middle school and high school - I knew I had to go back as soon as humanly possible.
This weekend I finally got to go back, and this time with a group of girls I absolutely adore. Katie, Dana, Kara and I all hit up Silk City this Saturday night and danced our asses off to fantastic 90s hit after fantastic 90s hit. Yes, I really know all the words to MMMBop. Yes, Katie really knows all the words to every rap song written in that decade. And yes, we forced boys to dance with us. It was an amazing night, and definitely a fantastic Labor Day weekend “goodbye to summer” thing to do. I keep replaying it in my mind over and over, and the more I think about it, the better it gets.
The photo above is one of the only photos we took all night, and its of me and Jon, who was wonderfully “accomodating” (aka, he danced with me but refuses to admit it) and has tolerance for tipsy girls singing cheesy songs in his face. Thanks Jon :)
Highlight of the night? Probably getting my face smashed into Kara’s boobs, or singing Journey at the top of my lungs. They both rate equally on the awesome scale.
