Dancing the night away

Well, we made it out to London, and we managed to get home by three, which is quite a feat. It involved turning into mice at midnight and scurrying away - and we couldn't find djm4 or clairaide to say goodbye properly - but we managed.

It's been a long day. Work started early, as it always does after the late database update on a Thursday night, and had gone badly wrong by 10:30 am. By three it was clear that I wasn't going to get a lunchbreak, and by five that I wasn't going to get away early either. I had time to have a bath before we left, but not to eat, so I had a burger on the train. I also had some strong tea and some coffee, for which I am very grateful, as otherwise I would have crashed and burned before we got into town.

It was a good time, and I danced a little. aegidian coaxed me onto the dance floor first, and later I got out there myself.

I realised that it's not just me - actually, very few people can really dance, and the rest of us, as adjectivemarcus said, just fake it - do what the music tells us to without much heed to technical details.

Even Rob danced a little, sort of; he held my hands or my hips while I danced on the spot a bit. He's not usually much into dancing; he stands in a corner and watches (and there was some feline grace on the dancefloor that was well worth watching).

I think some of the people who stayed later than us got home considerably earlier, but I have no proof.

A hectic week

Saturday: in to London for a commitment ceremony. Sunday: housework and a meta-relationship-discussion. Monday: into London to meet clairaide. Tuesday: ironing for my meeting. Wednesday: into London for the meeting, and dance class in the evening. Thursday: To Kill a Mockingbird at the local theatre - fabulous. Friday: into London to go dancing with a crowd from alt.poly and associated fora. Saturday: into Reading to buy socks, tights, a birthday gift, catfood and things to give away at Halloween.

Whew.