I touched it's dorsal fin!

Let me preface this by saying that I don’t dance. The thesaurus lists synonyms of dancing such as “hop”, “boogie”, and “bop”, surely words too embarrassing to actually be associated with dancing. The only time I find myself attempting to is when I’m rudely intoxicated or alone. Let me preface this by saying I was absolutely the former when I found myself sweating it out on Friday. With a 40 in hand and some nasty fucking moves, I knew I could conquer the DJ and spew my own greatest hits. I found myself living out some artificial strain of wildness I’m sure we’ve all experienced: drunkenness.
I can’t remember the songs I danced to, I can’t remember the people there, I can barely even remember my “dancing” which seemed to involve flailing back and forth whilst falling on top of others who had the sad misfortune of standing near me, what I do know, however, is that I felt the pain in my calves the next morning that made me positive I spent 3 hours dancing the night before, all mostly on my feet. The debaucheries even extended into my dreams that night, I can quote myself exactly. “I remember when it used to be cool to be cool.” How often is it that you can remember an exact line from some foggy dream sleep that involved cabinets and “day parties?” Not too often. In the vein of being explicit, knock back your favorite brew (hopefully not involving skittles), shake what the good lord gave you, get wild, and tell Thoreau to fuck himself. I guarantee you’ll feel like you did something important in the morning, even if you can’t remember what it was.


PS: Have any of you seen the movie 'Total Eclipse' where Leonardo Dicaprio plays Arthur Rimbaud? If so... is it worth watching? Fin.