My longest friend (in time and not any other measurement.. no matter how funny you think you are!!) and I went out for a drink for the first time since we've known each other. We've been friends for nigh on 7 years now. Granted a large part of that was spent in play-school and we never would have been serviced in a drinking establishment this side of Bumblefuckmissouri. Although I'm pretty sure this friend of note already had a 5 o'clock shadow, even back then.
We decided the best way to celebrate was to attempt what I like to call "the white pill dancing" for the whole of the night. It's so named due to the fact that everyone surrounding our locality appeared to be holding their heads like they had a headache. V. odd.
You can always tell when your dancing's on top form, when you shakily recall your actions the morning after the night before, and your able to state "we weren't on the dance floor for most of the night were we?" and the reply comes "No, I don't think so, although there was a large space around us that we took full advantage of."
So well did Jim and I dance that we appeared, to many of our concerned on-lookers, that we had infact fully choreographed the whole 4 hours we spent shaking our assests. I zigged, he zagged, I doh-see, he doh'd, I.. get the feeling you understand.
Then came the drunken and slightly slurred comment from Jim that I'm still unable to pin down to either an insult or compliment. "I've never met anyone who dances the same as me! And sods law it turns out to be you!"
In the cold harsh and very bright light of day since that evening we have resolved to
1) Do it again sometime soon
2) Try and tone down the hip movements
3) Never again do the imaginary lassooing thing
4) and that next time we'll try and avoid a fight (but that's a whole other story)
I only have one photo from the evening, but I think it sums up how much lady killing Jim is capable of with just a twitch of an eyebrow...
As evenings go, this was a great one.
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