Once again, my dancing shoes carried me away from agony and onto the unity of a good beat. It was New Year's Eve and I stopped a world of pain for dance therapy with my dear friend.
After hurting every waking day for a while now, I had a successful surgery and completed four days of bed rest. By the end of it, I healed up enough to get down! I made myself celebrate the end of one hard year. Good riddance, Odd year, 2007! And welcome to a new Even year! Hello 2008!!! 2007 wasn't all bad, but it seemed to be a series of tests that I passed and moved forward from with strength, wisdom and support.
I took a couple of extra pain pills to get my body moving once again and we made it out to Studio B. We checked our coats just in time to count down and kiss. Slick Rick counted down to the clean slate. Then we rocked out until 5am with a phat DJ set from Moby. I couldn't even feel my stomach, let alone my legs for the first three hours.
That Willimsburg, Brooklyn warehouse club with a giant dance floor and two tandem stages leaving not a moment of dead air was more than hot. It was a musty sell-out crowd with all types of smiling people. I danced with several and held my own against the ones that get too close. Every venue worth a damn sells out on New Year's Eve in New York City. We had a ball and no ballgowns were required.
Our feet ached, we threw the munch and awoke midday on the first day of the New Year. He brewed up a stew of traditional Southern New Year fair... black eyed peas and cabbage in a pot of hope and it was dope! We might even be eating this brew all year long with all the left-overs we have. I watched an Iron Chef marathon on the Food Network and then we made a Candle of Dreams and drank KANU, the best white wine from South Africa.
It has been an epically excellent New Year so far! I had had a frightening vision before my surgery that I was stuck inside a front-loading washing machine waiting for the water to cleanse me. It wasn't metaphorically my refreshment of choice, but scar tissue couldn't go away too easily. If my girl is right, my art will have room to grow and if my boys are right, I'll grow something bigger. I have several resolutions for this new adventure and am sure I will formulate new plans on the spot.
No comments:
Post a Comment