It's been a long time since I went dancing.
People who know me well know for a fact I do NOT club anymore. In fact, the idea of going clubbing on a Saturday night is as appealing as having my feet licked.
Obviously this was a different story back in the late 1990s/early noughties when I was a Uni student up North - nearly every weekend and one day during the week, I was shaking my young, firm and slightly smaller boot-tae to the sounds of Shakira, Britney, 5ive, Limp Bizkit and Chesney Hawkes' 'I Am The One And Only', all in the same night. And I loved it.
Now aged 32, the only thing my fatter arse gets down to is on the sofa to perv at Masterchef, Come Dine With Me and The Great British Bake Off/Menu, which suits me fine. I dislike clubbing with a passion, and have no interest in taking part in an evening that involves it. Mainly because I'm happy being a boring old bastard.
That was until recently when a friend told me about a Roni Size DJ set that was happening. As I am a massive Roni Size/drum n bass fan, it seemed like something I could check it out. Saturday evening arrives and I'm walking to my friends' place, ticket in bag, comfortable clothes on body, apprehension in head. It suddenly occurred to me that I was pretty much going to my first club night in over 5 years. Was I going to enjoy it? Who knew. Plus, I have a 'Cinderella Pumpkin' mode built into my body (the moment it hits midnight, my body shuts down and conserves energy for the journey home), so if Roni Size's set was after 12, I'd be missing it in favour of a late night cup of tea and biscuit.
But what followed surprised me; I got really excited about going out and dancing. We even had a dance in the living room to rev ourselves up. And the minute I entered the venue, I was ready to hit the tiny portion of the dancefloor people would allow and work it. Mr Size wasn't on stage until 12:30, and weirdly enough, I didn't mind - I was more than happy to keep on dancing until his set.
Everything about that night was amazing - the sets were awesome, the music was banging, Roni Size blew the place apart, and I danced non stopped for about 4 hours. I even left the venue at 2am when the gig was over, which is very unlike me. I think what really made the night was being there with my friends - all going for it as if we were all 18 again, and only stopping when the gig came to an end. All that was needed to keep us going were banging beats, strobing lights, some adult beverages and a kebab dinner.
I dragged my exhausted legs, feet and aching back home, listening to the sounds of early morning birds greeting an approaching dawn at 4 in the morning. I hadn't arrived home that late, or danced like that since I was at uni, which is a clear sign that I must of really enjoyed myself.
The experience hasn't gifted me with a new love for going out dancing...but I probably wouldn't say no to doing it again.