tip

some people are natural dancers. they have a solid sense of rhythm and enough confidence to enjoy it and look great regardless of who's dancing with them. some of these naturals even dance alone and draw envious looks from the rest of the partiers, who are self-consciously shuffling their feet and bouncing somewhat to the beat.

note: i'm not a natural dancer.

in fact, i don't dance at all unless i'm liberally, but not too liberally, under the influence. the window of dance floor opportunity is generally slim because i'm usually done for the night at two drinks and still too sober at one drink. but last night was different. somehow, perhaps magically, i hit the perfect balance of intoxication and coordination to dance.

at first i didn't feel particularly confident in what i was doing, but i wasn't so awkward as to hide out on the wall, either.

the music was great. just a fantastic dj. and i was bouncing along just fine to whatever she was spinning.

and then:

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion...

~eurythmics

and suddenly, without explanation, haley and i tipped. we weren't just dancing across from each other and making googly eyes any more. we synced. she moved and i moved with her. i knew which direction she was going and i knew what to do. and likewise. (not that i was doing anything inspired, unless inspired by her. but still.)

we danced for hours. and for the first time ever, i felt like we were 'that couple'. the ones that people were watching. the ones that people could feel the heat off of. the ones that owned the dance floor because they only could see each other.


i do love the rain.



d: to dive into your ocean...
b: i was half of 'that couple'.
g: dj vicki