Take me out, tonight…

Take me out, tonight…

“Take me out, tonight, take me anywhere, I don’t care, I don’t care”… as sung by a favourite band – The Smiths.

I really want to go out. I want to pretty up my face, do my hair, put on a nice outfit, get picked up and taken out so I can go dancing.

I want to look beautiful and have butterflies in my tummy, anticipating the excitement of the night out.

I want to have a glass or two (or three) of yummy wine, chat and laugh. Listen to good music and dance, dance, dance.

I want to stand on the dance floor, hear a favourite song, and dance with someone. The type of dancing where you’re grinning at each other because you’re enjoying the song and the company and the moment.

I want to spend hours on the dance floor, just the music and the bodies dancing to it. The heat and the lights. The smoke and then the perfume.

I want to laugh, do a silly dance, bump into someone I know, wink at the DJ, and get lost in a moment.

I want to dance until my feet hurt and all I can think of is crashing in my soft cool bed.

I want to snuggle up in bed with sore feet, music in my head, and a grin on my face while I drift off to sleep.

Then tomorrow night…

I want to do it all again. 😉