I'm feelin' it

Phew. It's never a good sign when your weekend has worn you out. Or maybe it is. M and I are on this new plan, the plan being that we don't sit around our livingroom watching The Extreme sports channel or Law and Order re-runs. We're not doing anything so silly as forsaking our weekly viewings of Tony's Hawks gigantic Skate Park Tour, but we have resolved to leave the house more.

So, since the end of hibernation proclamation we have left the house 6 times for non-work or food shopping purposes. We've discovered our very cool neighborhood, procured a Rogers video rental membership, subsequently rented two DVDs (Tangent: Mark Hamill's Comic Book is a bit silly, but a pleasant enough DVD for an evening in), gone out for Mexican food, purchased 4 pairs of shoes and an unholy amount of haircare products to repair the damage done by a very chlorinated pool, and --get this-- gone out to a club. And you thought we were homebodies.

Aside from having a Gollum-like reaction ("It burns us precious!") to the smoke-filled bar, I had a pretty great time on Saturday. Julie took us to Andy Pool Hall for New Wave/Retro night, where I proceeded to throw caution to the wind and "give 'er" on the dance floor (when I told Julie that was my plan, she busted a gut laughing and affectionately told me "That is such a Kingston thing to say"). Turns out I can still shake it like a Polaroid picture, but at a price. I haven't truly let loose on the dance floor in years. Yes, I've been out dancing, but I've been really self-conscious and aware of myself. Maybe it wasn't something apparent on the outside, but I wasn't feeling it. Even back in the day the real "dancing" moments weren't as often as they should have been. But when they were, dude, it was a high like no other. So I went for it on Saturday. I didn't feel self conscious, I was dancing with Julie, who's always been one of my best dancing buddies and I was just a little drunk. I danced and it felt awesome. And then I woke up on Sunday and felt like I had the knees of an 80-year-old man again. Such is the priced to be paid for not following doctor's orders. But it was worth it.

I have to say that the "getting out of the house and off my ass" plan is working. Coupled with swimming at the pool 4-times a week, I'm starting to feel just the right amount of busy again. I hope that M and I will have our new bikes at the end of March, facilitating even more out-of-the-house activities.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Wanna be startin' somethin'" by Michael Jackson

HRH