cats and boots

Here’s to scrumptious nights. cats and boots and cats and boots We went clubbing last night, to recalibrate ourselves on the dance floor, where magic happens. cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots To focus on sensory experiences, the beat, and share in the fun and tangible sense of freedom. cats and boots and cats and boots Feel the wave, show your energy, be the wave cats and boots and cats and boots be disheveled, swing your hair like a weapon abandon, silly, self-protecting vanities cats and boots and cats and boots flashing lights on dancing figures make it all seem slo-mo and extreme. cats and boots and cats and boots It’s been too long since we’ve done it like this. Work-worn, I’d lost my lucidity and stumbled badly on a quiz. Lisa pushed my books onto the floor, declaring, “Get UP, we’re grabbing some bliss.” cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots failure has a reality, a gravity and pull all the more shocking in relief. I’d started out the evening gloomy and ashamed - a figure of regret - but I’m better now, buoyed and recharged and soon I’ll have a plan - hopefully. cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots There was a guy there, on the dance floor, who looked like a young Leonardo DiCaprio. We made eye contact, nodding and smiling at each other in motion. We gyrated, together, sort of, for a second, in our separate orbits - no conversation I just watched him for a moment or two, sexualizing him like eye candy. Just seeing him was sensual fun and I wondered what he smelled like. He had a gritty, sweaty, idealized beauty, like a dancing ‘David’ that no Michelangelo could ever capture in stiff granite sculpture. The music ended - momentarily - we knew it would start up again and we were there for it - til 1 or 2 am anyway - then it recranked. cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and.. Lisa grabbed my hand, jerking me onto the dance floor almost before I could set down my drink. Eeek! “Slow Down!” I yelled, but my complaint was lost in the din and my involuntary laugh. cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and.. . . Songs for this: Dance To This (feat. Ariana Grande) by Troye Sivan Good Time Girl (feat. Charlie Barker) by Sofi Tukker . . cats and boots and = say it over and over to feel the beat