Nangle Natters: Victoria shakes a tailfeather

Dancing. I love dancing. I don’t do it often enough out in the world, but there’s always plenty of it going on in my kitchen and living room whenever I’ve got my housekeeping groove on. I did venture out for a boogie the other day though. I can’t say I’m a particularly good dancer, but I am an enthusiastic one. That sounds ominous, but I do try not to just be a bundle of flailing limbs knocking beverages off tables and other dancers akimbo.

When we decided it was time to go I was shattered, but in a very good way. I used muscles that usually lie dormant even through a yoga class, and I used them with joy. I grinned at the DJ’s choices, I was amazed at incredible versions of familiar tracks only that special tribe of ‘disk jockey’ is ever privy to. And I thanked my friend for taking me out dancing. I love dancing.