Dance Off

It appears I have taken my love of dancing (and quite possibly tequila) to a new level. Last weekend, at Miss Colourful's hen night, I engaged in a dance off with one of the other girls. Two stubborn dancers, two tequilas and an open dance floor is a somewhat explosive combination and before we knew it we were both surrounded by a circle of girls, taking it in turns to demonstrate a bigger and better move before giving the other some "attitude" and waiting to see what she could deliver.

Encouraged by the baying crowd we strutted our stuff one at a time, daring the other to come up with more outrageous sequences, and before I knew it I was attempting to breakdance... in public. My adversary performed a rather complex seventies manoeuvre and I engaged in some low gravity gyrating pole dancing affair before we finally called a truce and headed for the bar.

I know I've danced lots in my time, but I've never woken up with bruised feet before.

The Aftermath

Dirty dishes everywhere, no clean crockery? Check!

Sweet wrappers and half drunk cups of tea strewn across the desk? Check!

Fridge full of junk food? Check!

No clean clothes? Check!

No floor space in either living room or bedroom? Check!

Overflowing bin under desk? Check!

Two essays, typed, referenced and ready to hand in? Check!


Hold on to your hats, ladies and gentlement. She's on her way back!

4000 word essay

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362 Words

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389 words



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