...for a dead Thursday
I stopped dancing because a) Seattle sucked and b) I went back to school for a degree and a job that I really don't like much. So, moved to Portland and fucking went for it!! Ended up at Gold Club, which was nice, but slow... however, I only fell $28 short of my goal, and if I had been smarter about not buying myself drinks, I would have been that much closer.
Learned a lot about feeling out when to ask for the dance. One guy let me know I jumped in too soon for his style, which I could tell, but was practicing going for it anyway. One guy bought 5 right away, and was a perfect gentleman, AND a pleasure to dance for. Learned that just the right amount of herb makes me really feel the music more, but too much turns me into an awkward anti-social bump on a log
I am sore and bruised, but pleased, and excited for the Friday and Saturday night madness!! Wish me luckand excuse me while I take an epsom salt bath
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