Poledancing

Don't think I've used this much pink since... well, ever! Not sure how I feel about it, but it's better than the pea soup, and so much more exciting than the less than subtle polka dots. Did I mention that when I was in Chamonix, we went clubbing on Saturday night - No Escape (it really felt like that after 4 hours stuck with a bunch of 20 year olds!), and I had the most surreal experience... electronic dhuchka dhuchka dhuchka dhcukha dhuchka music which is appropriate for mystic hand waving, head bobbing and disjointed gyrating...except, I had this Pole (person not object) who insisted on dancing. And by that, I mean really dancing, full on with real steps, twirls and dips - a swinging affair if you will. I have NEVER done that in a club to an artificial beat, and judging by the looks on the faces of the people in that room, neither had anybody else :). Mortifying I'm sure, but I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Hee hee - I danced with a Pole. Not that far off the title...... rotfl.