When life hands you lemons, change lives. *smile* I was sitting about being pensive the other night. I took myself inworld to chat to my ducks and Bamboo, to hear the ocean sounds from my beach front and, of course, hear the noise of Ann Marie Oleander’s vehicles on the road outside. A long-time friend tapped on the IM box to chat. We decided that we could chat just as well if we were also dancing.
We headed out to the blues club (my bad, I forgot to grab the landmark for blogging, and I’m not on my Alienware at the moment). DJ was playing great dance tunes. We danced and talked for well over an hour.
First life handed me yet another lemon last night so I slipped into my second life. π My friend was there also. We agreed to ban certain topics from our conversation and headed out for another night of dancing. Hmmmm. This dancing stuff might be habit-forming.
Sorry to hear about the lemons! Glad you found something less sour. π