Sunday, June 6, 2010

Sweaty flashback

1988. I was 18 years old.

Went clubbing 3 to 4 nights a week - danced for hours on end, danced until exhaustion, danced to the most fabulous music evar, up on those giant club speakers, in the heat, in the bright lights and the dry ice, in the moment - I was alive, I was young, I was goth, I was on top of the world!

It's a miracle I didn't go deaf :-o

This was my music, these were my people - I dressed like this, I danced like this, I belonged. Never had to wait in line to get in clubs, never paid for anything - they wanted dancers and I wanted music to abandon my spirit to.

What an awesome deal.

I do miss those days sometimes.

OK, pretty often!


Busy Bee Suz said...

Oh, the good ol' days.
It is a wonder any of us can hear today.
What? what did you say?

prin said...

'splains a lot. :D

I was eight in 1988. :| Prolly still was wearing my size 12 kid's velcro shoes.

Technodoll said...

Busy Bee, exactly - LOL!

Prin, you missed out! :-D

Lady Banana said...

Same as me, but I did it all a few years earlier! lol