I'm sure the Germans have a word for this

The last few days have been an exhausting flurry, but I'm feeling great today. Not only because I actually pulled in a FULL 9 hours of sweet sleep (first time in I-don't-know-how-long I've slept right through the night) but also that I danced, laughed and sillied my sweet patootie off last night. After doing a last minute dash on my Journalism Principles and Practices seminar paper (which, might I add, wrote its 1200 word self to my immense satisfaction in just a few hours) I gave myself permission to skive off Uni and go to Monday night swing class. Meral and Enken usually work the door together, but as Miss Mez was unable to make it I was asked to sit in her stead and help out. Which was fine, because the mood was high for highjinks and funsies. And I wanted in.

We arrived full of beans with JuJu in tow, and set up for the night. Numbers weren't huge, but there were some lovely people to chew the fat with, and the newbs were superkeen as usual. Highlights of the first wave were Rob, arriving in an actual bowler hat and looking like the very image of Badger from Firefly, Amelie (who looks more like an Amelie than anyone else I've ever met) and Mel, who I haven't seen for ages and who announced, to my extreme envy, that she and Suzie had gone to Hullabaloo the previous weekend.

Then things started getting silly. We had an exhibition of Julian's sexiest dance moves; there was the wearing of moustaches, the handling of phatty lewts and much stupid posturing. The photographic evidence is irrefutable. When Level 3 class began, we all jumped in the rotation and helped out, with the girls rocking their newly-learned swivels and the boys busting out some footwork variations (I was among the lads, and let's just say that the ol' left arm is feeling the pain today). After class we danced into the wee smalls, working on the details, busting out the big stuff, charlestoning up a storm. The night ended when we were too tired to dance but had just enough energy left to skulk off to the Red and White Cafe for a late night feast.

I fell into bed in a state of happy, satisfied, slightly delirious exhaustion. I know the Germans must have a word for that glorious state. I'm too tired to wonder what it is but whatever it is, it feels really good.