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I turned my chair around, away from the table so it was facing the dance floor. I wanted a better view. There’s something so inherently entertaining about watching other people dance. Not professional dancers, not even particularly good dancers, just dancers.

Their limbs were loosened by a few rounds from the open bar and the bottles of wine placed on each table. Invigorated by the cheers of those around them, forgetting the limitations of their bodies. They would all be feeling it in the morning. The aching heads and tight muscles, the vague memories of an ill-advised attempt at the splits.

In university we coined the phrase “full points boy” to describe those who readily took to the dance floor, aware that what they lacked in skill, they made up for in enthusiasm. Their eyes would dart quickly across the crowd, making sure they weren’t doing anything too outlandish, too crazy, too much. Just enough to fit in, barely enough to get noticed. We gave them ‘full points’ for their effort, realizing even then that effort can make up for skill on so many levels. .

I sat in my chair, feet rebelling against the tights and heels that the occasion dictated. My dress, just a smidge too tight and my nails, freshly painted but already starting to chip on one finger.

A few hours earlier I stood in front of the mirror, trying to make room on the bathroom counter for my little makeup bag amongst the tiny toothbrushes and pink toothpaste smudges. One by one I took bits of makeup out of the bag, hoping they would work wonders on the pale skin, dark circles and dull eyes that looked back at me.

When I reached the bottom of the bag I sighed. No tricks left up my sleeve; this was as good as it was going to get. I thought briefly about the dozens of other women who, right in that moment, were doing the exact same thing. Wishing for the face that used to look back at them, wondering what happened to that girl. Choosing a hairstyle based on how much time was available before someone else needed in the bathroom, picking a dress dictated by which one you could get by without ironing, deciding on a lipstick because it was the only one you could find at the bottom of the duffle bag you refer to as a purse.

I sat in my chair, listening to the music and starting to smile. A man on the dance floor did a surprisingly-effective imitation of Gangnam Style. If only our kids could see us now; the room would be filled with hundreds of eyes simultaneously rolling.

The song ended and the next one started. I tapped my aching foot, adjusted my dress a bit to allow for a little more wiggle room and made my way to the dance floor.

It’s never going to be perfect; but I give myself full points for trying.

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my weekend of words

I have now officially joined the ranks of people who are obsessed with “Words with Friends.”  For those of you who aren’t playing it (yet), you may recognize the name because it got Alec Baldwin kicked off an airplane recently.  I remember hearing that news on some celebrity feed on Twitter and laughing about it.  Really?  Seriously?  Who would get kicked off of a plane over a video game.  How lame can you get?

And now I view it all from a different perspective and I’d probably be right there beside Alec, having to re-claim my luggage after being escorted off a 747 by a not-so-smiling flight attendant.  I gotcha Alec.  We can catch a later flight.

I’ve never been a big fan of word games.  Sure, a crossword here or there if I’m stuck in a waiting room without anything to read or maybe the odd word search if I’m really bored.  But I can honestly say that I’ve never played Scrabble in my life.

It’s actually kind of funny that it was my husband who got me hooked on “Words.”  Funny because anyone who knows my husband knows that this isn’t really his kind of thing.  He’s not a big ‘game’ guy or a big ‘word’ guy either.  He’s a man of few words – written or spoken – so when he asked me one night over dinner if I’d heard of the game, I was a little surprised to say the least.

Apparently some people at work were playing it and mentioned it to him.  He downloaded the free app to give it a try; more to see what everyone was talking about than anything.  That was four days ago and I don’t think I’ve seen him without his phone in his hand since then.

Two days ago I caved and realized if I was going to get to communicate with him at all, I would have to see what this game was all about.  So I downloaded it on our ipod at home – so far there isn’t a BlackBerry version of the game – and the obsession started pretty much instantly.

I was up until 11:30 last night (unheard of for me, even on a Saturday) playing three games simultaneously – one against my husband who was sitting beside me on the couch and one each against my brother and my sister-in-law who were also sitting on their couch, about 3,000 miles away.  The messaging feature included with the game allowed us to trash-talk over great (and not-so-great) word choices from across the room or across the country.  Honestly, sometimes technology really does earn its keep.

So that’s how I’ve spent my weekend – with my hands tightly wrapped around my ipod and my mind whirring with words that contain a ‘z.’  At one point I even went to the basement (during a rare stoppage in play) to search out the dictionary I haven’t used since my university days.  It has come in handy when trying to make up words with four vowels.  Sometimes low-tech is the way to go.

It’s back to work tomorrow and I’ll have to put the games on hold – my ipod only works with wireless internet so it will have to stay at home while I head off to the office – but that won’t stop me from mentally reliving the games I’ve played over the last two days.

I have issues, serious issues.

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