Dancing Diva

2 Saturdays ago I drove to Charlotte to hangout with a friend of mine. I have been having a really rough time with my self esteem and after expressing my problems to her, she told me to come visit. So, I packed an overnight bag and did just that. I'm not overly fond of taking long trips by myself. Traveling makes me nervous. I'm always fearful of getting lost, breaking down, or having some sort of problem that I'm unable to resolve. I sucked it up and was on my way.

The ride down was quiet. I had my iPod to keep my company and the construction on I485 to keep me on my toes. A friend of mine let me borrow a GPS unit and the roads on I485 are so new that the Garmin kept saying, "Recalculating." It was making me uneasy, but I got on the right path. I made it there in one piece.

Our original plan was staying in, pizza, cookies, and wine. Just a quiet night. We were out on her apartment's balcony talking about my problems and how bad my depression's gotten. At the beginning of the week, we had decided to go uptown and go dancing. I decided against it the day before I left and she agreed, so we weren't planning on going. In the midst of our talking, I guess she realized that I really need to go out dancing. So, we did just that.

It was roughly 7:30 when we decided to go, so we had to wait a few hours to go. When it was time, we got ready. Brand new jeans purchased a few hours before from the Target clearance rack ($6.98 for a pair for $20.99 jeans!) and a new shirt from a second hand thrift store. A little make up, a quick run of the brush through my hair and I was ready to go.

EpiCenter, Charlotte, NC (courtesy of Google Images)

We drove to uptown Charlotte, which is beautiful, and parked in the deck. We had to wait a while for the bar to convert over to the dance floor. When it did, it took a while to relax. I had to get a drink in order to get into dancing and when I finally did it felt amazing. I didn't care about the men in the room. My friend and I were just there to have fun. Boy did we ever.

When she was ready to go, I checked my watch and it was nearly 2 in the morning. The night had flown by. My feet and legs hurt so much from dancing so hard. I woke up the next morning with a hangover, but it was totally worth it. I rode the high from that night for 3 days. It was amazing.