Dancing Queen, Aching Feet

It's Saturday night and I'm recovering from an unexpected night. Dare I say that I had fun last night. For a few hours I was transported by the mesmerizing soulful sounds of Tortured Soul - the ultimate live house music band in the world or rather Brooklyn, New York. Usually I'm aware well in advance about my favourite upcoming shows, however, I almost missed the ball on this one. I say almost. My boyfriend, The Complicator (also known as my insignificant other depending on the day), decided to surprise me after a nice dinner at my favourite restaurant, Valens by taking me to one of the best clubs in the city called Revival (the coolest of all clubs).

At first, I was a bit peeved at myself for not knowing that Tortured Soul was in town and performing in a matter of hours. I pretty much found out after I wolfed away my woes with a big halibut and rice dinner followed by decadent chocolate mousse. Secondly, I wasn't sure if I was dressed hip enough to go dancing, I actually felt like sleeping after dinner. Then I thought to myself, this band is the ultimate natural high and I would kick myself for not going, plus I had consumed about 5,000 calories at dinner and thought I better get my cardio in for the month. (That's a different blog).

I removed my cozy cardigan to reveal a funky one shoulder top my sister Thalia had given me a while back, luckily I was wearing one of the cooler pair of jeans that had just enough stretch to allow movement. Back in November, when I last saw Tortured Soul, I had waited all year to fit into a snug, super tight pair of Tommy Hillfiger jeans. I had a hard time sitting down in those jeans, let alone strutting my stuff on the dance floor. I did what the other cool girls do, look good on the dance floor and shake my butt, as that's all I could do, till I had a stomach ache and had to undo the button. I digress, anyway last night it wasn't my ultimate "I look hot" look of the night as that requires a bit of planning for an event like this one. Thankfully I was wearing a pair of awesome black leather gladiator wedge shoes that not only made me look about four inches taller (yippee) but gave me this confidence that I haven't felt in sometime. Oh yeah, guys were checking me out and I thought, "um hmm, still got it". Well that was around 11:30 pm, these shoes weren't the best for standing or dancing as I discovered fairly quickly.

Tortured Soul didn't take the stage until 1:30 am and by that time if my feet could scream they would. I tried to dance the pain away and did some of my best moves and could see fellow dancers giving me the nod of approval. The crowd was great, laid back and there to have a good time. I danced until I saw colours, yep the endorphins kicked in and it was magical. For a short time, I felt euphoric and remembered how much I love to dance. That is truly my ultimate high, all my problems disappeared temporarily. The shoes were cutting into my feet and the pain was increasing but I danced like my life depended on it. The Complicator was dancing too while keeping the front row crashers at bay. Being in the front row was great, I got the wink from the lead singer/drummer a couple of times, check. Made eye contact with the bass player, check. Can never actually see the keyboard player though.

My work was done. Now, someone please carry me to the car. Okay so the walk out of the club was not so cool as I felt like my feet had abandoned me at 3:30 am. Note to self, maybe pick up a pair of travel flats for occasions like this. Half way to the car, I begged The Complicator to please go bring the car or carry me, he said, "I'll bring the car, as you're too heavy". Ouch that was a bit much I thought, "heavy" huh? So much for my confidence.  I told myself to ride the high as long as possible as the moodiness will return soon enough. So today was a slacker day, slept till 3 pm and when I woke up, my ears were still ringing and my feet were still aching. But all in all, that was just what the doctor ordered, Tortured Soul for Moody Girl, what a great combination.

Moody Girl Out.

Rainy Day, Rainy May

Hi, this is Moody Girl and welcome to my Moody World. I have a lot to be moody about these days (I'll get to that in upcoming blogs) but generally I'm moody on a regular basis. I have moments of happiness that comes in bouts of spontaneity like everyone else, but looking back I've always been somewhat of a moody person. For a moody person like myself, the continuous rain and dreary weather is a perfect backdrop to my low key personality, however, this is getting to be a little too much. One or two days of sunshine while the rain continues to pour relentlessly is starting to get on my nerves. Did I mention that it is not conducive to a good hair day! Not to mention I'm not sure what to wear on a daily basis, do I wear something dark and dreary much like the rest of the year or do I try to fool myself into thinking that wearing something light and floral will perk up my mood? This is quite the challenge for my wardrobe, but really what do I care? Lately, I've been in seclusion trying to get my life together. They say, "When it rains, it pours". (Who are they exactly?) It's very true indeed. I've had my share of obstacles these past two years, especially this past year with a culmination of intersecting events. I'm at a crossroads in virtually every area of my life. I tell myself it's a good transition for change to occur, but I'm nervous about what lies ahead. I have multiple obstacles to overcome and I've chosen to express myself through writing instead of heavy drinking. And so it begins....

Goodnight.
Moody Girl Out.