jitterbug.


jitterbug.


my god i'm so going to regret staying out until two am on a school night. but i got this feeling about ten pm that if i didn't last out until the wee small hours that i am officially old before my time and should just start buying my clothes from millers fashion club already. no need for that to happen though.

i danced with my colleagues both past and present to ub40 like it was 1994 and they were my favourite band. and i danced like a maniac to wham! but then i had to since i was the one that requested them three times. jitterbug.

my night started out with the wellington east girls college ukeladies band. and oh my god how come there was no such thing when i was at that school because obviously i would have rocked a ukeladies band. they were average musicians but a hundred percent into it which made it just grand. then i drank lime and sodas at the shitty dog and bone instead of going to the kirks late night (ie seven pm) shoppers night. after that i went to dockside for a meal. hot tip: it was average on all fronts. i mean the menu was nice, not great. the service was acceptable not great and the food itself was just okay. but spendy so not really worth the money when you balance it all out. after that i went back to the dog and bone and drank wine because they'd made the call for last drinks and i really needed to make up my mind quickly. then on to my favourite dancefloor of shame electric avenue where we talked about social gradients and work at the same time as debating whitney houston or wham! (no competition if you ask me). but in a fit of reasonableness i remembered i have a meeting at seven thirts tomorrow am and i have to sleep before then. so here i am... home. wasting precious seconds with a stream of consciousness post. oh well....

i bet that you look good on the dancefloor....


you'd be right. and at last i have photographic evidence of the fact. my new nikon is pocketsized which meant that i could take photos and videos of me dancing my heart out.



and that is like at two in the morning too. look how serene i am when i'm in my natural habitat. but note too many girls crowding me. i almost basically got into a fight with a drunk woman who kept stomping on me with her awful boots. and then banging in to me and drinking my water just cos it was there. she had a sense of entitlement i didn't appreciate. she literally asked if i would hit her. i was like (a) i doubt it and (b) i battle on the dancefloor honey.

despite what the photo shows there were lots of boys there. which is in contrast to the last similar event i went to where there were lots of mature men. dancing and 'whatnot'. a happy medium would be better. late twenties, hot, single. as opposed to the nineteen and hot or the 45 and not. anyway i was there for the music.


we don't talk about love, we only want to get drunk....

before 24 hour party people, i went to the cross to spend my bar tab from the quiz earlier in the week. the money was spent on the first drink a cosmopolitan.

the adorable barman was there and he adorably spilt the second cocktail we ordered all over his pants. adorable. i would have married him right there.


eyes without a face....

and here is my parting photo for you. which is evidence of the fact that in four in the morning simply pushing the shoot button on the camera is an achievement. this late night selfie was the best of about thirty. but that's what is good about me (apart from my dancing skills) i'm not afraid of public and late night self portraiture.