Dance Like No-one Is Watching

As ever, that’s exactly what I did … fourteen hours solid (from 23:00 through to 13:00 the next day) without a break … then, after a two hour break, danced a further four hours, from 15:00 to 19:00, with three intermittent twenty minute breaks.

I needed that!

Fantastic DJs … lovely, lovely people … amazing vibe … fantastic party — roll on the next one!

Moreover, much as I love being behind the decks [1] … and however much I might love putting on nights myself … it was nice to spend some once-in-a-blue-moon time in front of them, on the dancefloor, and not have to give any professional thought to the night for a change.

Sadly, for reasons I shan’t bore you with, I couldn’t stay for the full 48 hours that the 12 hour party turned, as I predicted, into … but I had a blinding time nevertheless —

Because some stories end, but old stories go on, and you gotta dance to the music if you want to stay ahead.
― Terry Pratchett, The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents

—and next time I’ll be dancing two marathons instead of just the one ;)

[1] It truly is the most fun I’ve ever had with my clothes on.