Sunday morning was rough. After all the late night fun at the wine bar, it was inevitable that I'd wake up feeling like I broke my brain. I thought I'd stay in most of the day and watch some trashy reality nonsense on TV while recovering. Two episodes into my marathon of America's Next Top Model season-fill-in-the-blank/who-cares, I get an invite to go dancing--IN THE DAY!Though I was mucho hungover, I couldn't pass on going to an adult sized sand box with house music on a lovely Sunday afternoon. Phil is a fun dance partner, and a huge math nerd who loves teaching. I love these things about him, so I knew the afternoon would be enjoyable. We headed over to the Water Taxi Beach in Long Island City with one thing in mind, getting a good dance in. The sun set on Manhattan as kids chased each other around in the sand. Large groups of Asians took pictures holding the ever so popular peace sign pose. The smoke from the bbq filled the air with that nice smell of summer. There were people in the crowd dancing truly like no one was watching, but I was... The warm afternoon turned to night. They turned on the flashing red, yellow, and green palm trees and I went back to the dance floor for just a bit more. Latin house beats made me shake my hips and forget the doldrums of my morning slump. There really should always be more dancing.
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