Good memories

Good memories rarely start with ‘And that day I decided to stay home and go to bed early’. So yesterday I was hesitating very hard, like I do nearly all the time about small decisions. (Give me a life changing decision and there you go – immediately I’ve made a choice! But coffee or tea causes me troubles…) I was really tired yesterday and today I had a long day of classes. So I was hesitating – would I go out with my brother or not? Of course rationally I knew I needed to stay home and sleep. But deep within (not that deep at all of course) I really wanted to go out one last time before entering the Finals Cage. Then my mother called me and when hearing upon my terrible dilemma, she said: YOLO!

Okay, she didn’t actually say that, it was more like ‘you’re only young once, just do it and if you’re tired tomorrow, then so be it’. Have I ever told you how cool my parents are? So then I decided that screw it, sleep is for the weak. And there I went, fully awake, straight to the bar where the booze was very cheap since they were open once more before the Finals and they needed to get rid of all their drinks. Luckily my brother and his friends didn’t mind me joining them. Later on that evening my best friend also gave in and showed up.

And there it all began. At first there weren’t even that many people. But along the way of course it got crowded as hell since the booze was cheap. We talked a bit, but as the music got louder and the people got more, there wasn’t much possibility to talk and we started dancing. The music was pretty good as well, and surprisingly I always want to dance when hearing good music! It became crowded, it became insanely hot, the floor was sticky. When kicking the floor with you feet, you could something splatter against your leg. Hmmm!

So there I stood, soaking in sweat, with something splattering against my legs and dancing like a fool. I felt awesome. Can you think of anything better than that? It was the best place I could have been at that moment. I used to go out hoping I would meet new people, but now that’s no longer the aim. I want to go out and dance and jump around like a fool until I’m sweaty and sticky and my legs hurt. If I meet new people, cool, but if not, also cool. There’s also come a point where I no longer care how I look when I dance. I don’t want to know either, because it might look ridiculous, but who cares? I’ll be gone last year, and at least I’m having a good time. You know, there are also those people who are just bouncing all night long while looking extremely bored. What’s the point of going out then? I may look like a fool, but you can’t say I’m not liking what I’m doing. Bored is not a word to describe me when going out.

Then I went to the DJ to ask for a song, which he searched for, found and promised to play next. I wanted to declare my love for him at that point. How often do you get that? A DJ who immediately plays the song you asked for? Then everything got even brighter. Not literally of course. As usually I had said to not stay for longer then two hours. As usually I failed. Like I always say though, when it’s fun you have to stay!

Good memories rarely end with ‘And then I woke up completely full of energy and ready for many classes’. I had yolo’ed a little too much, but after a power nap I was fully charged and ready for the day again. And hey, now I’ve got the great memory of an awesome DJ, good music and dancing until I could almost feel the sweat dripping down.

I could do this every day.

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17 Comments

  1. The Dancing Rider

     /  May 22, 2014

    Just what was needed! 🙂

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  2. maurnas

     /  May 23, 2014

    I don’t know. I sometimes have good memories of awesome dreams and restful sleep. They aren’t exciting memories, but they are good ones. Also, I am boring.

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    • Hahaha, yes, that’s why I decided to write ‘rarely’ and not ‘never’! But that evening would have been filled with working and it wouldn’t have made me happier, while this definitely did!

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  3. Haha I love it. My roomie Shleisel and I used to spend Finals week eating sugary candy and renting horror movies. Yes, that was back in the day when you actually went to the video store and rented a DVD. Okay, it was only like 4 years ago but still.

    YOLO.

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  4. Yay for fun nights out!

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  5. Yeah, you can do this every night. For about another 10 or 15 years.
    Then it starts to catch up with you.

    But until then, oh the fun you’ll have!

    (And your mom rocks!)

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    • Haha yes, I could never really do that of course, since I have a thousand deadlines and work to do and early mornings… But I crave for it when it’s been to long ago!

      I know right? She’s awesome.

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  6. Booze and dancing? Top work!

    I went out last night after work and I feel like complete arse today. The only dancing I did was when I was running for the train and trying to make sure my trousers didn’t fall down.

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    • Hahaha yeah, the morning after is never so much fun as the night before…

      Never heard of belts? Or did you sell them for booze? 😉

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  7. I love these nights. They are always the best!!! Not sure whether to go, have too much on your plate, hesitating, doubting.. and then you go and you totally RULE the night. Love love loooove this!! Had this so often and still experience this sometimes. Memories like these are priceless! 🙂

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    • They are! It always gives me energy when having had such a night. Definitely not the next morning, but after that you will have the memory and it makes everything a bit lighter again.
      Make sure you have an equally awesome night when your stress month is over! 😉

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  8. Awesome! Sounds like a fun night out – good for you for YOLO’ing a bit, haha! Sometimes we all need a little reminder to let loose. 🙂

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