Party on! This time, my friend Sian A. and I went to a late dance party at the
Crystal Ballroom, consisting of
old music videos from the 80s (they apparently do these dances every week).
I had lots of fun! But it was a challenge to watch the screen, dance on the famous bouncing wooden floor, and draw in my sketchbook, all at the same time.
I was wearing a black skirt and a ruffled green and black blouse and my (mostly) comfortable black high heel mary janes. I was felling pretty cool, and not the worse looking of the aging baby boomers present. But after a while, I had to take my shoes off because I couldn't feel my toes anymore... Yikes! They were totally numb!
So I danced in my stockings, holding the shoes and the sketchbook in one hand, drawing with the other hand... The crowd was super-enthusiastic, shouting away the words of the songs and jumping at the beat in unison. I could feel myself bounce up in the air without any effort, on a
floor set on springs that was increasingly getting wet from the dorks who were nonchalantly holding their drink in hand. When some idiot finally spilled his cup on my feet, I decided to put the shoes back on, pain or no pain.
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| A challenge: to sketch while dancing! |
Sian danced the whole night away; she was obviously having a good time, and she knew all the songs. It's funny how
Michael Jackson has become popular again; every song of his that was played was met with an unreserved roar of approval from all, especially
Thriller. Dying, even in a stupid manner, is obviously a great marketing tool.
At some point, I took a break to look at my sketch close to a light. Not bad. I added some shadows here and there and the colors of the lights later on, but it is pretty much the way it was.
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Sian dancing on the right
I did this sketch while standing under one of the two large Murano glass chandeliers that hand over the ballroom. |
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| A different view of the same thing... |
While I was sitting down, some guy came to ask me to dance; I politely refused and thanked him. I had to suppress a laugh when he reappeared twice afterward, talking away like I knew him. When I pointed at my ears, to show I couldn't understand anything, he looked irritated with me and left (good riddance).
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| The blog author and her friend |
We left after the last song was played (at 1:30 a.m.). To get the beer or whatever that was off my feet, I took a shower as soon as I got home and finally went to be at 3:00 a.m., exhausted but exhilarated because this was a lot of fun.
