Dance floor diva

Went out to grind and slam a few hours away on a dancefloor with a friend last night; it was her last opportunity to do so, and she is moving from norway to London, and we made use of it well. It was one of those nights when everythiung clicked just right.

Shes been here almost as long as me, and likely has actually spent more time here, considering how much i travel; but still, she knows very few people outside of work. I tend to be a little more outgoing and social, and as such, am fairly well known - as the loud Canadian chick. The club we had chosen proved to be full of people who knew me, even if i did not always know them, so we wre constantly approached and joined on the floor by random people. There seemed to be fewer severely drunken arsehats present as well, and only three times did i have to remove hands of a complete stranger from my personage. The music was well mixed, the crowd was happy -as it was ther first weekend with uni students back home for the summer, plus Norwegians got their yeary tax cashback thingy, typically delivered right now and declaired "Holiday rebate" or summat. All combined, it made for a pleasent night out, and i left the club several hours later sweaty and very very happy after a few hours in which i had checked out from life in general and remembered what it is to feel utterrly blissful.

Long cold shower to bring down the temp and several liters of water once i was home was comvbined with a delightful phone call, whcih meant i did not atually go to bed till 6 am. Was up again by noon, when sounds of the day creeped in and invaded my pleasent dreams of a large kittenish creature. Slkapped on a basebal cap to cover the severe bedhead and went walking with the puppy, sopaking up the sunshine and still on a buzz from last night. Shoped the market stalls for an armful of fruit and returned home to find an oddity indeed...and empty apartment. With Rob still away, and duane off for the rest of the day, you would think i would take full advantage, and abuse such freedom, right? But no. I'm too big of a dork for that.

Instead, i baked. Brownies, then banana bread. Chopped a bowl of fruit into chunks for lunch. Considerably less healthy then it might seem on first glance, once i tell you said fruit was garnished by popping a bite into my mouth, tipping back head and spraying a glob of whipped cream from a can down my throat. Yum, though. Going to do something equally as unhealthy for supper. Pizza maybe.

Doing the girly thing now. Pedicure over, and sitting in a face mask and resisting the urge to dye my hair bright bright electric blue.

It's sad, really. I think I'm entering a midlife crisis. I look at my hopelessly housebitching ways and want to do something entirely unexpected.