I had been feeling absolutely testy regarding various issues lately that the taste of Red Horse Beer beckoned in the early evening hours some days ago. And I totally forgot I had a tooth extraction the following morning, and because of the alcohol in my system, the anesthesia didn't work they way it should.
Then again, the restlessness never abated and I told my sister I had to go out and relax. So I joined her and her amigas last night for a night of dancing and a birthday celebration at the Conway at the Shang in Makati.
It was good the band Spirit of 67 was playing, so the music was so...60's, which I love. I even requested for the song FLY ME TO THE MOON to be sung, and the band did a very good Frank Sinatra rendition. You should have been there either dancing with me or just simply being with me.
My two other sisters and a brad in law were supposed to join us later, but the other sister fell asleep.
There were quite a few handsome couples (D.I. and patron) who really went for the ballroom dances. Since I didn't have my dance partner, I could not really dance ballroom. My sister who dances a little cha cha picked up easily the basic rumba I taught her last night. Swing, both Manila and the international style, and boogie were both favorites in our group.
My sis and her amigas were all great dancers.
I missed my dancing partner. In ballroom dancing, having your regular dance partner is very important. So most of the dances I did were based on the music - maski pops and twist and boogie and swing and cha cha and jerk and maski pops again.
But it was fun. At least for about five hours, the cares and worries and frustrations were temporarily tucked far, far away into the deepest section of the memory lobes.
And of course, absolut vodka helped, in a way too.
Then again, the restlessness never abated and I told my sister I had to go out and relax. So I joined her and her amigas last night for a night of dancing and a birthday celebration at the Conway at the Shang in Makati.
It was good the band Spirit of 67 was playing, so the music was so...60's, which I love. I even requested for the song FLY ME TO THE MOON to be sung, and the band did a very good Frank Sinatra rendition. You should have been there either dancing with me or just simply being with me.
My two other sisters and a brad in law were supposed to join us later, but the other sister fell asleep.
There were quite a few handsome couples (D.I. and patron) who really went for the ballroom dances. Since I didn't have my dance partner, I could not really dance ballroom. My sister who dances a little cha cha picked up easily the basic rumba I taught her last night. Swing, both Manila and the international style, and boogie were both favorites in our group.
My sis and her amigas were all great dancers.
I missed my dancing partner. In ballroom dancing, having your regular dance partner is very important. So most of the dances I did were based on the music - maski pops and twist and boogie and swing and cha cha and jerk and maski pops again.
But it was fun. At least for about five hours, the cares and worries and frustrations were temporarily tucked far, far away into the deepest section of the memory lobes.
And of course, absolut vodka helped, in a way too.
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