Another Night of Dancing

Last night, I broke out the dancing shoes and boogied the night away. I love to dance. It's the one vice of mine that gets people to ask, "Is that really you?" No one seems to believe that I could dance so insanely without a drop of alcohol in me. Ran into a bunch of people - people from both my high school and university. They were all trying to figure out where I was getting the crazy without alcoholic aid. I'm high on life, I always say, and that's good enough for me - at the very least, I won't wake up with a hangover. My best friend, Shu (her friend from university) and Sittha were there. Sittha, again, wowed us with his impression of that guy from Footloose. Seriously, I just can't believe his moves out there, it's like he's a whole other person, a person who dances. But boy, can he throw back the liquor. The funny thing about Drunk Sittha is that he is under the misguided impression that he is Sober Sittha. There he is, glass in hand, sloshing booze over everything, reeling all over the place and barely able to stand up straight and he keeps on insisting, "I'm fine, I'm fine." At one point in the night, he poured half a bottle of water on me, totally unbeknownst to him. It was funny, after I got past the fact that I was all damp. Comedy at its purest. In other news, I saw the cutest blonde guy, alone, but of course, he was on his way out. Shame. You so rarely see halfway lookable single guys in Bangkok, or at least, I don't. Just as well, since a) I wouldn't have had the nerve to do anything anyway, who am I kidding? and b) my schedule doesn't permit more than a few, well-planned in advance dates anyhow.

Final thought: I love to dance.