It was sad to talk to a woman in her mid-20s while taking a dance break and found out that her friends and her drove all the way from San Jose to San Francisco tonight to club. There they were, sitting pretty, in a row, and all looking quite miserable.
At first, my friend and I encouraged them to join us on the dance floor. Then, it occurred to me that they just don't know how to have fun.
Sometime during the night, I fell and had a bruised knee, but I was able to keep dancing. This would not be the first time I fell, and it would not be the last. Still, I moved on and didn't give it too much thought. After all, the moment of the fall was long over, and I wanted to focus on the next moment, which was all about dancing up a storm.
As always, I had a great time. I hope the wall flowers will one day figure out that it's all about what is in the mind and soul and not perception.
