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.