sober partying

There's something to be said for sober dancing. A few things actually; you don't look like a fool, fending off predators is a more achievable feat, people are astounded at your "drunken dexterity" (that is, if you choose not to let on that you are the straightest person in the bar), there are no drinks to be spilled (at least by you), and your longevity in the spotlight is not interrupted by frequent trips to the can or the bar. All that being said though, the same can apply to drunken dancing; you don't care what you look like, you generally don't mind the predators, you don't notice spilled beverages, and going to the washroom is the greatest feeling in the world.

Last night, there were no exceptions to the pros of sober dancing. I danced the dye right off my new blue jeans. Meghan and I turned up at Fortune Sound Bar at 11 to see Rico Uno and U-tern representing the Freshest Kids and opening up for Toronto's Keys n Krates, and we danced right through to 2:30 in the morning when we decided to peace. No hanging around. We just walked right off the dance floor and out the door (after a quick stop at coat check). We were getting props left right and centre for having started the dance party and being the only ones to stick it through.

After the bar, I came home, peeled off my sticky clothes, checked out my dyed blue legs, slinked into bed, watched some 'Weeds' and passed right out. A well deserved rest. The last two thoughts I remember having before it was lights out were, "I definitely worked off that cream puff I had for lunch." and finally, "Why do I even bother drinking?" Valid!

This morning, I woke up to birds chirping and the sun streaming in through my blinds. It's my DDO (designated day off, of which I have one a month) and the fact that I do not have a hangover (another pro to sober dancing is that you don't wake up feeling like a bag of smashed assholes...gross, I know) and also that I have a break from the early morning starts I've been forced to come accustomed to over the last week (Olympic mornings mean my alarm goes off at 4:45 am) will allow me to take full advantage of this beautiful spring day (in February??). I think laundry, and then a long walk with my brother in this uncharacteristically tepid weather. Mum will cry when she discovers that Quinn and I are bonding.

Life is pretty dope.