Dancing Queen...

I went dancing for the first time in a very long while, and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
As a fan of all types of music I didn't mind that the club I danced in played mainly cheese. Infact when they played a Spice Girls meledy I have to say I nearly orgasamed in my pants. Though this is only due to the fact that I haven't been able to shut up about them since they announced plans for a reunion.
So yes, dancing proved to be like a little bit of escapism that allowed me to forget about the stresses of uni work and the lack of a love life. It was just pure fun to have Fosters in hand and shake my funky stuff (white boy).
I went with a couple of friends, both girls, One whom never goes out unless it's to a grotty pub (much like myself) because there's no denying the hovels are the best places and one who likes to go out now and again and see if she can pull (which is like a role reversal and one that I think is quite empowering). One pulled and one stayed with me dancing. Which one is which is up to you.
After nearly four hours of dancing one might say that one's legs were mightily sore. They still ache now. I am glad to say I did not suffer the hang over from hell and one woke up feeling rather accomplished in having done something I've been wanting to do for a long time; have fun.
Was super happy alcohol didn't turn me into a monster that aggrevates and then goes onto forget as I had been last week. NOTE TO SELF: DON'T MIX DRINKS, PLUS FORGET ABOUT WHOLE THING.

Just one more thing, they had that song that I really liked to listen to years ago N-Trance- Set Me Free... love, love, love, love it!

Download that here: http://www.mediafire.com/?5zbg52mjmgn