On late nights and long days

Staying out all night
partying like a rock star
makes a happy James.

But work the next day,
fighting just to stay awake
is no fun at all.

Still, I can't resist
the lure of good times with friends.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.

On overly friendly dancers

My old assumption:
one party should not inspire
Facebook Friend requests.

Newly discovered:
one good dance two states distant -
even less basis.

I used to roll my eyes when someone added me as a facebook friend after meeting me once at a party. This weekend I encountered an even more extreme epidemic... dancers who you danced one or two songs with at an exchange flocking to your profile in droves. Don't get me wrong - I love great dancers, and I love having dancing contacts in different cities, but how am I supposed to keep track of all these people!?

On unexpectedly pertinent endings

Nose full of snuffles...
Lindy exchange made me sick.
Curse germy dancers!

Perhaps the worst though:
throat feels inhabited by
Velociraptors.

On the Lindy Hops

Body - why must you
thwart me? Dancing is so fun -
but it shouldn't hurt!

After going swing dancing last night, I am reminded how much I love it. However, one particular leg muscle didn't appreciate my Suzy Qs, and now I'm too broken to walk. Cryface!