Yoo Hoo Auckland...I'm coming to visit.

Yes, I'm finally escaping the rain in Wellington to enjoy the rain in Auckland later this week. It's supposed to be a few days of rest etc but as usual I seem to have filled up my dance card with coffees/dinners/catch ups that I fear I am going to be extremely busy.

I had been pondering whether to go out and do the dancing thing on Saturday night, or just chill at the beach, but thought what the fuk, it will be the last dance night out for a VERY long time so will "just do it". All you lovely ladies at Flirt, I'll see you there.

At dinner the other night I was discussing how I find it a bit odd that at my advanced years I still love going out and losing a few hours on the dance floor, when those around usually look like babies. I know Madge still does the dance thing, but it's her job. I have come to the conclusion that it's because my generation taught all following ones how to stay up all night and dance. We are the hippy/punks, and though we thumbed our noses at disco, and of course wore the "death to disco" badges on our second hand suit jackets, we quickly embraced the funk/groove/ soul vibe that followed the dreadful new Romantics/post punk era. We had clubs that didn't even open up till 11pm, coooeee anyone remember the fabulous 6 Month club?? I was the gorgeous coat check girl, my best job ever, made a fortune. I found a simple theory, the less items of clothing I wore the more money I made. However I digress.The second summer of love and the rave generation would not have happened without us paving the way.

(Woops, just had a little wander down memory lane and London in the mid 80's, stumbling out of clubs in the very wee smalls, knowing full well I had no cash for the night bus and had to walk. There were always people handing out cool arty fliers for the very early dance parties held in old demo buildings. I of course was so cool I was always given the fliers, and still have a collection of them filed away.)

Now my next concern for Saturday night is the usual, what shall I wear? Shall I give Roisin Dubh another outing, or old fave red bordello shirt which I was told was "very distracting" the last time I wore it. Oooh, and I've just realised as well that I will be going out anonymously. No one there knows me, who I am, so I can behave however I want. Very very tempting, but will remember my rules, no phone, no business cards.

ADDENDUM: I have now been invited to a stag party prior to going out clubbing. A couple who are getting civilised shortly are holding it and the invite requested "wear drag". I of course won't, but swoon swoon, girlie heaven.......will be a bit like the kid in the candy store, I'll have one of those, and one of those.......