Happiness is...
When you're having so much fun you barely even notice your feet start to hurt. Muscle pain is caused by working your body, and if I dance so much I ache that can't possibly be a bad thing, correct? I love Wednesday nights, and going out with my girls, and moving. Let it rock.
Showing posts with label dancing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dancing. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Travelers.
Happiness is...
People from around the world. We are all travelers, you see. And you can find a place like home at my table.
At least that way I can quiz you about your food and culture, talk about your language (and your kicking accent), and everything else that's onmy mind... Like last night, when a german businessman stopped by for a drink, and we learned about all things Germany. He sounded like a young Schwarzenegger! If that doesn't make you happy I don't know what will.
People from around the world. We are all travelers, you see. And you can find a place like home at my table.
At least that way I can quiz you about your food and culture, talk about your language (and your kicking accent), and everything else that's onmy mind... Like last night, when a german businessman stopped by for a drink, and we learned about all things Germany. He sounded like a young Schwarzenegger! If that doesn't make you happy I don't know what will.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
GNO
Happiness is...
GNO. Girls Night Out. Vodka Sours. Dancing. Gossip. Hugs. Giggles. Love. Perfection.
GNO. Girls Night Out. Vodka Sours. Dancing. Gossip. Hugs. Giggles. Love. Perfection.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Dance
Happiness is...
Dancing to the beat of your own drum.
Whatever medley is going through your head, break it down... in the middle of the crosswalk, at your desk, right there in the produce section.
No one says you have to be mundane and cliche. In fact, don't.
Dancing to the beat of your own drum.
Whatever medley is going through your head, break it down... in the middle of the crosswalk, at your desk, right there in the produce section.
No one says you have to be mundane and cliche. In fact, don't.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Young Love
Happiness is...
Young love. In fact, walking around a school filled with 12 and 13 year olds is pretty monotonous until days like today. No, today was no ordinary day... we concluded instruction at 12:30 to prepare for a mid-afternoon Valentine's dance. No uniforms required, the kids came to school dressed to impress. It was simply endearing.
As staff, our duties included helping the logistics surrounding the dance as well as patrolling to keep them out of shenanigans. In fact, one of the staff members walked the perimeter of the crowd with a flashlight, ready to shine it on any perpetrators who decided to start grinding or sucking face.
Amidst all of this, I was able to really take in the students from a different perspective. Near the DJ there were several couples engaged in slow-dancing, laying their heads on each others' shoulders, holding each other tightly. The real smile crept onto my face when the songs changed to hard rap and the couples continued to sway slowly in each others' arms. As if the beat change was difficult to notice. Wonderful...
In any case, things seem simpler in these days, and they fall for every boy they spend a week with. I realize now the growth I have made but I wouldn't give up young love for the world! Happy almost-V-day, all.
Young love. In fact, walking around a school filled with 12 and 13 year olds is pretty monotonous until days like today. No, today was no ordinary day... we concluded instruction at 12:30 to prepare for a mid-afternoon Valentine's dance. No uniforms required, the kids came to school dressed to impress. It was simply endearing.
As staff, our duties included helping the logistics surrounding the dance as well as patrolling to keep them out of shenanigans. In fact, one of the staff members walked the perimeter of the crowd with a flashlight, ready to shine it on any perpetrators who decided to start grinding or sucking face.
Amidst all of this, I was able to really take in the students from a different perspective. Near the DJ there were several couples engaged in slow-dancing, laying their heads on each others' shoulders, holding each other tightly. The real smile crept onto my face when the songs changed to hard rap and the couples continued to sway slowly in each others' arms. As if the beat change was difficult to notice. Wonderful...
In any case, things seem simpler in these days, and they fall for every boy they spend a week with. I realize now the growth I have made but I wouldn't give up young love for the world! Happy almost-V-day, all.
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