--singin eyyyy-ohhh gotta let go.
St. Andrews Day Ball yesterday! It was fabulous. I made a glorious return to the world of ceildh (and brought my friend Tamara along with me! She's now officially as obsessed as I am. Victory), and requested Soulja Boy so that my friend Liz and I could show off the sweet the dance skills we'd learned so diligently in our freshman year of undergrad. Apparently it inspired one particular kilt-wearing Scotsman, because he started doing the dance, too. For the record, there are very few things more absurd than watching a kilted man gettin' down with his bad self to some American rap.
I went to bed last night with bruised toes (thanks, to a crowded ceildh and an indiscriminate stiletto-wearer) and an exhausted body, but MAN OH MAN, was a night of dancing precisely what I wanted! (despite the fact that I had to get up for lectures this morning- yuck).
Must remember to do more of this-- nothing makes my heart happier than actin' like a spaz on the dance floor.
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