I used to go to the Hothouse night club when I was a student at Bournemouth University. Thursday night was ‘pound a pint’ night, it meant indie music and the weakest lager you could drink.
I’m one of those reserved people who has to drink X pints, and hear X music before I let go and head for the dance floor. I used to request the Breeders ‘Cannonball’ or Blur or dEUS, and if the DJ ignored me then I’d wait for Nirvana. They played Teen Spirit most weeks, that would do.
I loved it.
In my final year I hooked up with a boyfriend and we moved in together. We always meant to go to the Hothouse on a Thursday night… Our friends encouraged us to go to the Hothouse on a Thursday night… I missed the Hothouse on a Thursday night…. And the long walk home with french bread sandwiches from the 24 hour garage. But we rarely made it to out of the flat, we were desperately in love and in the reclusive phase of the relationship.
I rarely danced in the years following the Hothouse. Maybe a wedding or two, but when you have kids you rarely go to clubs. There wasn’t much opportunity for dancing, until the office Christmas Party came along.
They didn’t play the Breeders or Nirvana. I think if you drink X much more it doesn’t matter, anything will do.
I drank X pints and danced to X music, but after the party something bad happened.
When you have kids you rarely go to clubs or parties, I’ve had neither opportunity or inclination to dance since that night.
My boyfriend goes abroad to work and there are parties every time, and of course there is dancing too.
I didn’t know he was the dancing type. I’ve never seen him dance, we’ve been together four years and there hasn’t been a dancing opportunity. Blame kids. So no dancing, unless you count something with puppets on cBeebies.
But yes, he does dance. I’ve never seen him do this, and I’ve no particular desire to see it! He visits clubs occasionally with friends. I imagine he will drink X amount of whatever and head to the dance floor, a reserved type like me, who will need alcohol’s assistance. I hope he enjoys it as much as I enjoyed those Hothouse days.
On one level I hope that, but it’s not as simple as that. Today he told me he’d been clubbing and I didn’t like it. It made no sense to fall out about it. We had one of those rows there is no point to, like all rows between couples who love each other. So what if he dances when he goes away? Does it matter that I’ve never seen him dance before? So he likes musicals when home, but has a night of club hits, so what?
The row dragged on, all while I had a busy day at work learning useful stuff about my new job in marketing. It took a long time but I finally realised what would work. I told him I don’t need to know about his X pints, or his X music, or his dancing experiences.
X happened one a night after a good night on the dance floor, I’m happier not thinking about that. I told him to dance the night away, have fun, but I don’t need to know about any of it.
So what else from my world this week?
Hmm, my screenplay. I’m writing most days but my new job is a big deal and time-consuming. I’m going to take it easy on myself and extend the NaJoFilmo deadline, probably by another month, not much more.
I mentioned my boyfriend likes musicals? Here is a link he sent me. It’s from a film we enjoyed as a family this Christmas. Our three-year old likes to sing, ‘What’s the buzz, tell me what’s a happening.’
January is a hell of a month to be honest, but everything’s alright. Yes, everything’s alright.
