Sunday, 23 August 2015

on dancing and friendship

It has been a good weekend, it really has. I am tired after but it is a good tiredness. Let me rewind the past two days and tell you all about it.









Last night I went dancing with my friends. I am pleased to say that we didn't go to 'Hip Replacement'  a disco for my age group which starts at seven and finishes at midnight. I don't mean to sound smug but I am delighted that I still have a spark of life in me, every now and then at least.

We met at eight at mine for a drinks and a bite to eat. I had in mind a grand buffet with an ethnic theme, homebaked baguette and all. I managed no such thing, of course I didn't. I went to Waitrose instead to stock up on nice delicatessen. Richard kindly went out later to buy 'girl beer'. I think he meant lager, which he considers unmanly. It was nice to chat and eat and I was kind of hoping that the dancing might be postponed to another day. 

Alas, my friends are made of sterner stuff and a taxi was called to take us into town. It was by then after 11 pm. We went to a small bar for a quick drink and then joined the queue for the Cathouse. Being lovely ladies, we were allowed to jump the queue. The club came a bit as a shock to me. It was dark, extremely loud and full of young men and women dancing wildly to the latest metal rock. I am after all 45 years old. I just went to the website to remind myself of the genres played: rock, alt and metal on level 1, pop, punk, screamo, hardcore and beats on level 2. I kid you not. There I was with my white embroidered Boden top, fitting right in. I do like a bit of rock and some of the music played can be found on my iPhone but I was glad to have enjoyed a few glasses of prosecco prior to our departure, to soften the shock. I stuck to water thereafter, a good strategy retrospectively, no headache or funny tummy today at all. Soon we were into the dancing. Being middle aged and happily married, I didn't need to impress anyone and relaxed into the beat. I used to worry a lot about not being a good dancer, missing the beat and looking a bit silly. These days I don't care at all. I am quite happy to hop around like mountain goat on speed. I have never quite seen that many tattoos in one place, and big rocker manes, too. I do wonder if whiplash is a problem in metal rockers? You know, all that head banging. We danced for about three hours then made our way to the stewarded taxi rank at Central Station. What a spectacle, I tell you, it was quite otherworldly. All I am saying is that I am glad I was not one of the police officers on duty. 

Just in case you are wondering, I am not what you would call a serial clubber. I am not in the habit of hitting town weekly. I wouldn't go on my own. I mostly like spending the evenings with my knitting or a book. The most enjoyable part of going out to the dancing is to spend time with friends. I don't make friends easily and I am glad I have a few I feel comfortable enough with to let my hair down. I am glad they show me a Glasgow I would never otherwise know, a Glasgow that my children will soon start to experience (what a scary thought that is!). I am glad my friends like me the way I am (a bit provincial and naive when it comes to night life). Thank you, all four of you.

Today, I was feeling rather energised. I didn't bother with my Sunday jog. I started weeding the garden, cleaned the kitchen and several months worth of filth and assorted debris under and on the shelving unit where the family computer resides. I filled several bags with clothes and other stuff for charity. The scary box with dozens of entangled redundant cables was finally sorted through and bagged for recycling. 


Finally, I was treated to a lovely dinner of barbecued chicken, corn on the cob and couscous. It was a glorious day in Glasgow, sunny and warm. The children were playing outside all day long and there was even a paddling pool to be enjoyed. 

Thanks for all your comments on my last post. I never had that Margarita on Friday night, nor did I cook anything with celery, yogurt and capers. There was a Bolognese sauce in the freezer. 

I am looking forward to a new week. May it be a good one! Cxx

20 comments:

  1. Wow, well done you on the nightclubbing, you are a wilder woman than me! I can't imagine what a city centre is like on a Saturday night. Good to hear you've been so full of energy today though. I'm wishing you a good week. CJ xx

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  2. Rock on Christina. What a lady, what a night. x

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  3. Sounds like you had fun unleashing your inner wild child, you are much braver than me, I have to say! 😊 Lovely to have good friends like that, and sometimes it's good to do things that take us out of our comfort zone, so hats off to you. I remember the first time we joined the taxi queue at Central Station (having not long arrived in Glasgow from the colonies!) -it was midnight, and a real eye-opener for me too! ;-) Have a happy new week and enjoy the sunshine. Xx

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  4. It's been many years since I did anything like that and I miss it sometimes. It sounds like you had a really good time, I'm happy for you.

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  5. You wild girl!! I haven't been out dancing in, literally, decades!! I think I would still enjoy it though. It sounds like it "all came back to you" fairly quickly. I hope my party girl self would resurface ,too!

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  6. Sounds like great fun, good for you.

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  7. The best thing about being a forty-something is that you never need to go to a club again if you don't want to! Glad you had a good time! xx

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  8. I'm glad your weekend turned out really well, with dancing and everything. My husband buys me lager too. I don't drink beer otherwise and he's really pleased when he gets me one that I like. It's been years since I've been to a club, I think I'd be very shocked too, especially with metal and rock-- too loud! I don't even know what 'screamo' is...HOpe you have a great week! X

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  9. I haven't been to a club for years, but I really love to dance. I know I dance just the way everyone danced in the 1980's,that is when I learned to dance so my dancing really gives away my 'vintage'! Sounds like you had a really fun night X

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  10. glad you enjoyed your wild weekend xxx

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  11. In my youth I drank and went out dancing loads. Children came along and for years I really missed dancing. Now however I would gladly never dance again and MUCH prefer staying in to crochet and watch tv! Boringly sensible but there you have it. Incidentally I too am 45. A good age I think :)
    Jillxo

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  12. Wow Christina, you are a braver, crazier lady that I am. I actually have never been dancing at a nightclub and from your description, it sounds quite frightening. I love the Boden top reference!

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  13. Sounds as though you had a great time! We are a similar age and I wouldn't be going out doing that with any of my friends - all older than me it has to be said - so I think that you are great for going out! I salute you!! xx

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  14. Good for you - I haven't been to a nightclub for years but do enjoy a dance when I get the chance, no longer caring what I look like. So joined in with the dancing at the Year 11 prom this year in a no doubt very uncool teacher way. The advantages of getting on a bit....

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  15. Sounds like you had fun. I can't even imagine going out after 11 pm... I'm usually in bed by then!

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  16. Oh I enjoyed this post! It's been a long time since I've been clubbing too! It sounds as though you had a great evening though.
    Marianne x

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  17. Hey Christina,
    I sooo want to go to Hip Replacement! I love going out dancing, and still do every now and again. It's one of the few things I do well. I get it from my Dad who used to be a dancer on Top Of The Pops in the 60s. So glad you had a good time. A good night out with the girls is the best.
    Leanne xx

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  18. Good for you getting out and doing a bit of clubbing with your friends. I remember those days well and I am not one to dance now even though I used to love it. I am not one to make deep friends easily, lots of acquaintance friend but not those deep ones. It is good you have yours to remind you that you are a Mother, but a whole lot more than that too.
    Hugs,
    Meredith

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  19. I'm glad you had such a good time :) It's great to be able to let your hair down. have a great week xx

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  20. Good friends and a good time are valuable gifts to get in life!

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