This weekend transported me back in time, to my youthful days on the dance floor. An impromptu invite, a last minute ticket and... there I was. Feeling quite the pimple on a pumpkin amongst the teeny-bopper-twenty-something crowd. Watching my gorgeous 18 and 21 year old nieces bumping and grinding to tunes that I used to bump and grind to. The same gorgeous nieces who in a moment of weakness, persuaded me into tagging along with them. A tad eye opening to find what is considered 'retro' now, is the same music from my era. Which is anything but retro in my eyes. Just how did I get this old!?
To my utmost surprise The Venga Boys still know how to shake it and work a room. Funnily enough, I also remembered the words to their little ditties. Granted, they're not exactly the meaningful lyrics of a U2 or Cold Play, but they have a certain something, which is impossible not to be drawn in by and groove along to. So despite having to wait until after 11pm until they hustled on stage in an explosion of colour and sparkle, I held my own and kicked it with my nieces and all the other crazy kids... and maybe even a few other oldies, reliving their glory days.
Playing along with the fabulous Sonia at Life, Love and hiccups for Wonderful Weekend stories.