A Short Bit On Weekends

Last night Toad and I were lucky enough to go to Regine's for a funny invite only London party. I shook my ass like it hadn't been shaken in far too long, got my toes stepped on by costumed gay boys in pointy shoes and ferociously elbowed tiny blond girls who leisurely strolled into my dance space.

I love dancing so much and I don't do it enough. It's my exercise - a kind that flings out all the demons I might be harboring. So even though I thought the crowd was a bit young and definitely in my damn way (the dance floor is for DANCING!) I danced until four a.m. I was dancing so hard and the music was pumping so loud that I didn't hear Toad ask to leave four times. Needless to say I have some making up to do today.

Not related to the making up, today we are going to his friends house where I will play with babies and speak French like a six year old because they don't speak english. We actually woke up at ten (after getting home at 5:30) just to buy cakes for them. And then we went right back to bed. Because five hours of sleep is not enough. I even closed the shutters I wanted proper sleep so badly. As it turns out folks, they don't really make it all that dark in my apartment after all. Go figure.