Living at the Edge
The art and skill of being you lie in sensing just how far to move without violating the rules.
Intensity without pain. Use without abuse. Freedom with restraint.
Last night we charmed the world taking our bodies through the rum and tumble of rnb with graceful abandon.
I know I did. I know you did too.
Dancing is my weakness, and one I love.
6 comments:
Darling we didn't just charm the world, we busted the dance floor through the roof. I'm surprised the place didn't catch on fire with those moves you were doing.
Aren't you glad you came after all?
unfortunately I did a bit too much at first too (downing the drinks and dancing) so that I was gone before midnight. It was a definitely a case of "go-hard-too-early-and-run-outta-steam-at-11pm-so-you-gotta-stand-on-the-side-looking-like-a-tool-coz-you-can't-move,-whilst-your-friends-are-just-getting-started". That always sucks.
Sneakers or thongs at the next party, girls..
I agree babe! Sneakers and mini skirts next time round. The pain of my poor feet became evident as the numbness of alcohol wore off. Ouchies.....
Moves? What moves? ;)
Beckster, with you, how can I ever say no?!
So, we'd better ride the wave whilst the 'singles movement' is still in action, sneakers or heels, the partay is always happening around us! ;)
Thanks :)
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