Girl About Auckland

Dance like no one's watching

A few weeks ago I felt a bit overwhelmed with everything so decided to dance like a fool in front of the stereo at home to get rid of some built up steam.

For those of us who’ve done this in the past, you’ll know that this crazy activity normally works a treat. I’m left feeling good – a sudden rush of endorphins to the brain – and a smile forms on my face translating that a) I know I am a proper dork, and b) sh*t this is good fun!

The only problem this time around was that it was apparent that I’d forgotten how to dance. I’d lost all my rhythm, I’d forgotten all my moves, I was dancing like an awkward 13 year old boy at his first school hall disco with 2 left feet.

“How long had it been?” I questioned myself. Was it because I’d had surgery on my ankle a few months before? Immediately texted a girlfriend to organise an urgent girls night out asap to reclaim the dance floor and get back my moves, before I needed to shop for a zimmer frame.

So last week, a few girls plus me the sober driver decided to head to the Viaduct for real cheesy good old fashioned dance floor antics. The girls night out; The dance-a-thon; The dance-off – you name it, we wanted it right then and there on a Saturday night. Oh yes. I couldn’t wait!

We cruised into Soul  Bar and I must admit it had been a few years since I’d been there. I was a tad concerned that the rumour of the bar where Cougars ventured still existed, but I had fond memories of good music after 10pm happening at Soul. Fortunately not a cougar was in sight nor her claws exposed to a young whipper snapper (no comments thank you about perhaps we were the cougars), and the music was damn good. We also headed to Lenin and a few other great bars in the Viaduct with fantastic music.

Now, it had been a while since we’d had a dance off, and it had also been a while since we’d had a girls night out….I’d forgotten just how strange the men-folk act in bars and clubs. They sort of circle around the women-folk like sharks. Swimming around, making observations, deciding the plan of attack for the next poor love who was going to be their victim.

The sharks either become either rejected and move on to the next prey in a short skirt, or if they’re lucky the victim decides they’re up for a boogie with this bloke….so the bloke decides to bust his Dirty Dancing moves with the woman in the middle of the floor. It’s hilarious! Especially when the arms sway above their head rodeo style.

But full credit to them however because they say you should ‘dance like no one is watching’ – and I sure as hell was letting loose on the d-floor like a dickhead. Woot!

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Auckland Girl