Dancing in public

Just a brief note about this important subject.

Dancing in public eg, going to a club.

Now if you’ve had a drink or two, this is no real problem. You’re loosened up, you’ve got your groove on, you seem to be able to know what the music is going to do next and follow it. All is well. People who are watching admire your sense of fun and adventure, you’re unafraid and actually quite a good dancer. You’re loving the music, the people are watching you, you’re loving being watched, your favourite song just came on … There is lots of mutual dancing appreciation going on.

The difficulties come when you’re not a drinker.

I’m not a drinker.

There is less temptation to act with such reckless abandon. You keep yawning a little, you fall back on the trusty two-step, you don’t quite know what to do with your arms. It makes for a lot of gentle knee-bobbing and unrhythmic arm-swinging.

Dancing is also different when you know the song that’s being played. You liven up a little with excitement and the dancing becomes more energetic. The arms get involved. Then the song finishes while you’re still on your high but is followed by one that everyone else but you knows. They’re singing along, throwing their hands in the air in unison, yelling “Get ready for the next bit!” and you’ve no idea what to do.

Your moment has passed, you fade to the edge of the crowd and start knee-bobbing and arm swinging again.

I used to tear up the dancefloor when I was younger and as I knee-bob, I wonder if I’ve really become so boring in my ‘old age’? And then I remember the point I made at the beginning, alcohol was always involved. I was 17, loud and highly intoxicated. I stop doubting myself whilst I two-step and just enjoy my solitary tame little dance over here in the corner.

10 responses to this post.

  1. I love to dance and have been known to do a little in public without alcohol. 🙂


  2. You don’t need alcohol to dance in public. If you love dancing enough, just forget to care what other people think. (They’re probably too drunk or worried what other people are thinking of them to notice your skills on the dance floor. 😉 ) Just lose yourself in it. My husband and I have been known to dance in the aisles of the grocery store 100% sober.


    • Yeh. I love a good dance. Not tried it in a shop aisle before though! It’s just when you’re in a crowd in a club and everyone’s on the same wave length and you’re quite clearly not on it. And you find yourself just bobbing around stupidly. Maybe I should have a bit more abandon and pretend I’m in the living room at home.


      • Big dance clubs are always a little awkward, especially if you can’t get into the music. The knee bob is perfectly sufficient then. Sometime it’s just fun to throw caution to the wind and cut loose.

  3. Posted by jumeirajames on July 13, 2012 at 07:32

    I have a strict rule – when I drink and I think I can dance? It’s time to go home.

    Because the next stage after ‘I can dance’ is ‘I am invisible’


  4. Laura–
    I remember the days when I too used to “tear up the dance floor” at 18 and 19. I think the alcohol serves as a confidence booster for those of us who are less certain of our abilities on the dance floor. I remember leaving the club and thinking I was the best dancer and had the best outfit. Now I look back with equal parts embarrassment and nostalgia. If I never see a sequin top again it will be too soon…


    • I had no doubts about my abilities. I was also the BEST dancer in the room and THE MOST ATTRACTIVE. Fact. And sequins are a positive addition to any wardrobe. Also an undisputed fact. I think we would have been a great dancefloor duo!


  5. […] friend and I, with our two cocktails on our systems to prevent the usual awkwardness on the dance floor, were ready to join in slightly. We bobbed rhythmically at the side, laughed and joked, reminisced […]


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