Unadulterated fun

We were out a few nights ago at a pub, having a girl's night out. A weekly ritual, it very rarely varies. There're 2 or 3 of us, out on ladies nite, drinking a few and basically enjoying some good music. Lately, though, they've started playing really crappy dance music by 9.

Now, I'm sorry but I just can't stand dance music, unless I'm really drunk... and that's not happened often. There are some songs I really like but most just sound absolutely the same!

So, rather than dance to an endless string of similar sounding tunes, we decided to show up early and enjoy the limited hours of retro. But, wouldn't you know things never go the way they're planned?

We planned on leaving at 10. We figured we'd have just enough of the music and drinks. And we walk in...and there's a live band! They start playing at around 9ish... And it's immensely danceable! Retro, retro rock and one crappy dance number...

But I've never danced so much! I must have stepped on a 100 feet as people tried to pass by to get to the other side of FP. We danced a storm. Every song was our last song!

My roomie finally dragged me away at 11.30. And turns out we forgot our key and had to make an ass of myself climbing over the gate. The one sore spot in our night of pure unadulterated fun.

Because that's what it was. Fun without any worries. There was no artificially induced high. No worries about work the next day. No fears that I'll never find that one special person. No regrets about the past.

It was living in the moment at its best.

My IPod World

I've taken to listening to my ipod when I'm travelling. In ricks, planes, cars...anything. And, I love how it makes me feel. I don't have to listen to the traffic, the blaring of the vehicle horns, the yells, the crying. I'm lost in my own cocoon of imagination.

I can imagine scenarios as I want. A man standing in front of a shop could be arguing about the shopkeeper ripping him off... but to me, he's deciding what to take home for his baby daughter. I don't have to hear him screaming...I can see him violently gesturing because the shopkeeper just doesn't have something big enough for his lil sweetheart.

A woman sitting on the back of a cycle isn't complaining to her husband about not being in a car. She's reliving the times they had when they first met- when all they could afford was a bicycle.

A couple sitting in a delayed flight aren't mad that they'll never reach home. They're happy just being together and can't stop talking about it.

It's all an illusion- a world that will never be. Doesn't make a difference. When I've got my ipod playing music at its loudest, I can see the world at it's happiest. And, I can't help but let a smile slip by.