delara, interrupted

I thought I wanted to go dancing last night. Until it became last night. And then I was just too tired and would have rather seen a late, late show at the cinema. But I went anyway, and I enjoyed the music - there were some really good house and hip hop remixes until about 1am. I loved being able to move my body to the rhythm, and I definitely enjoyed the company. I love dancing!

I realized last night that dancing and going to the dance clubs are two entirely different things. At least now, at this point in my life. (Oh yeah, I'm old, remember?!) And so, when the music got to be "too much" and the drunkenness around me was just intolerable, I was done - literally - and needed to go home.

I finally got home at about 2:30, exhausted and longing for the comfort of bed. But when I saw the box with the unmistakable swooping arrow/smile thingy that clearly came from Amazon.com sitting in front of my door, I was elated and felt a second wind coming on. It may as well have been a room service tray with a fresh orchid stem in a vase, steaming hot cocoa, a lightly toasted croissant with the most delicious marmalade you can imagine, smoked salmon quiche (a la A Taste of Heaven in Andersonville), and a note from a secret admirer promising all kinds of... well you get the point - all mysteriously left at my door to welcome me home in style.

Aaaaaaaaaahhh. Heavenly. I did find my second wind and stayed up for a while listening to the glorious sounds of my new Mae, Lucky Boys Confusion and Jill Scott CDs - just a few items in the "happy birthday to me" shipment of music I received. (No, it's not my birthday.)

It was amazing falling asleep to the sounds of "...really can't explain it but I, I hear the music when I look at you. Orchestrating the song to accommodate the moment. Well, I'm so in love with you..."