Couch Dancing

I had the chance to reminisce with Jan about the days living on the east side and all the fun, interesting things we did. Videotaping some of the more bizarre moments in the apartment with floors that gleam like glass, nights of reckless abandon, turning up the music and dancing. Dancing until you fell down. Dancing for dancing sake and enjoying the movement, the music, the moment. One of the best memories I carry. We chuckled about attempting to dance like that now, and the day after our conversation, we both acknowledged that we threw on some music and just danced.