In a small town, it’s easy to complain about there not being much to do or nowhere to go at night. What I’ve learned is that you have to bring the party no matter where you live.
Do you feel the party just been brought? This is my patented Sears action model pose. I was rehearsing it last night in preparation of a Beach Party Dance Club I was invited to, a party so fun it reaffirmed my conviction I don’t need to live in Buenos Aires, New York or Madrid to have great night life. All I need are friends with equally low shame and questionable taste. A sound system is a must, too.
Here are my partners in crime.
What a DJ! He laid down everything from pop to old hip hop to salsa to house and had the floor jumping for three to four hours straight. I was in Psy heaven! I’d show more pictures but I don’t want to incriminate any upstanding professionals out there.
Let’s just say a good time was had…
It was great to catch up with friends. I feel like I never see anyone anymore.
A terrorist showed up, too…
Next time you get bored with your town and your life, consider throwing a dance party. It does wonders for the soul at the expense of maybe just a bit of your dignity (I speak for myself on that one).
Thanks for the awesome night, Javier!