Ik Ben Droevig


I know that I mentioned that my mom reads my blog (and I think that my dad does, too.) I had a night similar to the mentioned in "Blog gratia blogis" last night: flirted a wee bit, and really enjoyed dancing.

Well, I enjoyed dancing! The music was loud, and, like I have an inate skill to recongize Madonna songs by the second note, I crossed the room to tell Q that the club was playing "Sorry."

I darted over to Q for the line, je suis désolé. I told him it was "Sorry" just before the line, lo siento. But the time she finished the line, ik ben droevig, a bunch of us were on the crowded dancefloor expressing ourselves.

When I really love the song, I get euphoric dancing. A lot of time, I love to be dancing in the middle of a crowd of people. They are all there before they love the song and they want to dance to it. You feel that energy go and flow among you. Then, you sing along.
I don't wanna hear
I don't wanna know
Please don't say you're sorry....

You're not half the man you think you are
Save your words because you've gone too far
I listened to your lies and all your stories [I listened to your stories]
You're not half the man you'd like to be

Q and I realized that we were acting out the words while dancing. It was interactive dancing.

Seeing that "Sorry" is one of my songs, it was just the right way to end the night for me.

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