billie holiday to a trance beat

seven hours of dancing.
ugly hair.
lots of talking.
improvement in my movement.
new people met.
laughing and crying and did i mention dancing?
sleeping on the carpet with a pillow and a blanket.

it's not that descriptive. but i'm pretty sure i just had one of the best weekends of my life thus far, and there's no way to describe it. it almost didn't happen.

the best way i can end it is to say that i found out a lot of things that night. that i can follow blues really well, that i'm still attractive, and that i know where you stand, and that, my friend...my friend...has been the root of the problem, is that i had no absolute answer from you, and now i do, and now i know that i can move on, despite the fact that the reason is grounded in some issues that you have in general.

i may still waste all my thunder, but i think i know where i'm going from here.
at the moment, i'm going to the shower. i feel gross. don't worry, the dance won't wash off.

-d