DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT

last night was salsa night.

so yes...i'm sick and weak, but i went anyway, hoping that the endorphins will perk me right up.

and NO...the endorphins didn't perk me up, if there were any produced at all.

after about half the lesson through, i had to sit down to catch my breath.

the thing about having the flu is that you get breathless pretty easily, and that sucks, especially when it comes to dancing.

you know what the ironic thing was?

i executed perfect spot-turns, compared to the "i-trip-over-myself" turns the last week (when i wasn't sick).

perhaps it was the heels...or the "dream-skirt" i was wearing...or both.

*note to self: find a pair of proper dancing shoes so your toes won't scrunge up at the front.

everyone liked the skirt. especially when i turned. it billowed and swiveled.

thus the name "the dream-skirt".

when i sat down those three times during class, EVERYONE shot me concerned looks...all mouthing "are you all right" and "you like me to get you some water"...

quite a sight really.

and when i decide i'm relatively okay, and get up to dance with the poor fella who's standing alone, he immediately tells me to sit down and rest.

my classmates are so funny...haha.

we all have one thing in common though: when we dance, we feel free.

and we look forward to dancing every friday night because it's a great way to start off the weekend.

i don't know if i can equate my love for dancing with my love for music...

but it's getting pretty close =)