It's called swerve, is it ...?

Well, it's been a while since my last post and I have to say that not much has happened in the land of Miglet. I mean, the usual is still happening. The usual being work, booze, swerve, and the like. But nothing really of note.

I have to say though, that last Friday's booze x swerve-a-thon at First Floor (Mr Thing) proved to me how influential the Miggy swerve can be on other drunken fools. It takes a few hours and I'm assuming a whole lot of alcohol, but I find that a lot of people approach me in the wee hours of the morn, either to dance with me, or just to talk to me ... to tell me they know me from such-and-such a place, or they've seen me around, or I've actually met them before (which is usually kind of embarrassing cos I have a terrible memory).

I had a stint at Pony where random crew would see me and say, "Hey, you're that chick from last week!" which prompted me to give Pony a miss for a few weeks, cos as polite as they were, it was a little confronting to realise that people actually remembered the way I danced. It's kinda funny, really, cos my ex paid out on my dancing once and then I pretty much didn't go dancing for six years (the duration of our relationship). Occasionally I would, but only if he wasn't around. And I don't think I had a definitive style yet, either.

I know this sounds like a serious post, but it's not. I just find it fascinating that other people have a reaction to the Miggy swerve. The way I dance is a bit of a joke, really, but I can't help it, it's just the way I dance.