Positively Scarred

“…I’m not tired.”

“Neither am I.”

There was a long pause. We were laying in bed next to each other, the time on the clock read well past 2:00 A.M.

“Ugh, we’re going to be miserable on the drive down there at this rate.”

“This is ridiculous. Okay, I’m going to shower, pick some oranges from outside, and we’re leaving.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yes, get ready!”

By 3:00 A.M. my best friend and I set out on the road leading to San Diego. It was Spring Break and by some miracle we had both gotten the time off work. The trip was a belated birthday gift for me; my parents had rented a house on the boardwalk at Mission Beach for the week. They had already been down there a few days and were expecting us in the early evening.

To make a long story short, we ended up at our rental house twelve hours later. We talked, stopped frequently for breaks and photos, food, and listened to music. We car danced all the way to San Diego. We danced while we were there. We car danced on the way home. There was not a lack of music on our trip, that’s for sure.

And when I hear the songs we listened to, I just wanna move. I wanna throw my hands up in the air. I wanna gyrate my hips. I wanna sing along. I grin from ear to ear and I can’t control myself!

When you feel the need to dance, YOU JUST GOTTA DANCE.