Dancing is what keeps me sane. I unfortunately don’t get to do it that often anymore. (Which is why I’m excited for SmartBar at the end of the month) I mean I still get little stints of dancing here and there, the occasional Saturday night at the Pub… or if I want to make my friends feel reeeeally awkward at the pool hall.
You can bet your ass that I dance at home. My daughter and I will blast some music, whether it be some industrial/ebm, breaks, house, whatever. You can even catch us rocking out to rockabilly. My daughter can two step. Ha.
If you asked me to pick a favorite out of Music and Dancing, I couldn’t. They go hand in hand.
There is just something about a good night out dancing. I do believe (music aside) that I love the physical exertion involved. I love that after a couple hours I can feel my muscles straining. I can feel each muscle stretch over the bone depending on which way I move. And assuming I haven’t had any drinks, my rhythm is dead on, then through the strain of my own muscles I can feel the beat of the music. The beat becomes part of my body.
Now that’s what I call getting high. It’s like runner’s high. You push yourself and pull yourself, physically, you feel your body getting ready to quit and then… high.
I love dancing as much as I love music.