AND I DANCED IT ALL OUT

So. The week was odd. Too odd (and before i continue i must confess how pretty the double o and the double d look). Odd week, you can call it. Cold, snow, wind, cold and colder weather. No school. No electricity. No water. No idea of what the hell is going on in the city. An odd week for an odd person who tends to think too much.

So, there I was driving myself to my friend’s house. I arrived, he offered wine. I sat down and said: hey, after the artshow (we were going to go to an art show) we must dance, i need to dance, i want to dance. And he said yes (oh, how good i am when picking friends).

We went to the artshow, we went for a beer (amber draft, i love you) and then: we danced. and danced. and danced. The dj kept changing songs every 50 seconds, which would normally drive me crazy, but not this time, i complained but that didnt stop me from dancing.

I danced. I danced. I danced it all out: all that had been on my shoulders, in my belly, in my head, in my heart. ALL. I danced it ALL out. Out of my system, out of my fingertips. Danced and danced.

Why?

Because I can. Just that: I-can.