One of my new colleagues got married yesterday and last night the office as a whole attended his wedding reception. As per usual with weddings in this country, there was a whole lotta drinking and being merry. Being merry involves getting on the dance floor and grooving along to the live band.
Despite my many earlier statements of this being a non-dancing event for me and my numerous protestations come boogie time (yes, I've decided to adopt disco lingo), I was harassed, coerced, cajoled into six turns on the dancefloor. And despite my reluctance, I still enjoyed myself. As I always do when I attend these functions. Plus, you really can't deny the bridegroom when he comes up and request you as his partner himself, right?
CONGRATULATIONS P!
Despite my many earlier statements of this being a non-dancing event for me and my numerous protestations come boogie time (yes, I've decided to adopt disco lingo), I was harassed, coerced, cajoled into six turns on the dancefloor. And despite my reluctance, I still enjoyed myself. As I always do when I attend these functions. Plus, you really can't deny the bridegroom when he comes up and request you as his partner himself, right?
CONGRATULATIONS P!
