With JN in town from Austria, I have a handy resource if I need reminders of things I had said and done as a child. Which is about as fun as one might imagine.
We were in my apartment working, and, as I am wont to do, I was dancing to Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse of the Heart. JN pointed out that this isn't a good song to dance to... that it's better suited to sitting to, while gesturing dramatically from the waist up - which is what she was doing.
As I ignored her, she asked me, "Remember when you didn't like to dance? When did that change?"
It wasn't so much about things changing as it was about blocks suddenly, mysteriously vanishing.
Once I danced only to Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive and Men at Work's Down Under. And one day, to my surprise, I found myself dancing to Crowded House and Duran Duran. A block removed. And as the years progressed, blocks kept disappearing.
The final block was removed this weekend. And this time, I can point to the precise moment of block removal: dancing to that Techno crap at that club on Friday night. Apparently, after that experience, I can now dance to ANYTHING.
SK and I had boozy sushi last night, and we found ourselves sitting at our table, eating sushi and drinking pomegranate martinis, listening to the musak that was piped in, and shimmying happily away.
Off now to gesture dramatically to the Bangles' Eternal Flame.
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