There’s not much I love more than carving up the dancefloor at a party.
It could be a house party, private party or wedding, if there is good music, I will be taking my sharpest dance skills to carve up the floor.
I don’t know why, but it is so much more liberating to dance at a party. I always let way loose on the dancefloor, pulling out all the stops and contort my face and body like it’s an extreme sport.
Perhaps it has to do with more space on the dancefloor in which to show off the grooves that get the cheers, or maybe it’s just that you are among like minded people that you either know or or could potentially know. Either way, there just isn’t the same kind of posing as the dancefloor of a club, where everyone is trying to look better than the next person and where a sour face tries to scare off unwanted attention yet at the same time seem just hard enough to get to attract that hot guy over by the bar.
With Christmas rapidly approaching, I’ve been hitting the dancefloor in all manner of styles from work parties with my best aggressive dancing to Pink’s “So What” to funky beats on a friend’s dining room floor.
My feet may be hanging out for the festive season to finish, but the endorphins are having a ball.
See a snippet of dancefloor action here:
a little cameo 