Second Chance

If Thursday is the new Friday and Friday is still Friday, then we have a second chance to dance.

Shake, shake, shake.

Dance! Dance! Pants!

I like to dance.

I have a tasty little repertoire of tried and true moves, mostly learnt from aerobics Oz Style, Zumba and Video clips from the nineties - all executed with the grit and determination of not putting Baby in the corner.

A couple of years ago I caught El Guincho and danced so vigorously I couldn't walk up stairs for a few days following.

They make such infectiously toe tapping beats, I've since included a couple tracks in my running playlists. Sure I'm not any closer to being an Olympic Champion, but I am certain they make me slightly more quick footed. Like a Tiger.

El Guincho in NYC

They're back in town and playing tonight. Olay!

Besides being such an audible treat, they're worth seeing play as they resemble a Spanish version of Flight of the Conchords - kooky, bizarre, endearing! Plus you're guaranteed to carry home a bucket of your own sweat.

Papa Don't Preach

Spring has sprung and the skies have opened with a trinkle of rain. What dodgy timing.

I'm a bridesmaid for a dear friend tomorrow. So i'm prepping the only way i know how.

Watching (more like laughing my arse off) Father of the Bride

Singing "White Wedding" by Billy F*&^ing Idol

Limbering up for the dance floor by performing 1980s style callestestics to Papa Don't Preach

And thanking my lucky stars i don't have to explain to my future offspring what shoulder pads are if i were forced to wear this number from "27 Dresses"

[secretly i covet the trashy-oh-so-fantastic-polyester dress and it won't look out of place in my wardrobe...but talk about walking fire hazard]

From Russia With Love

Are you feeling like Nigel-party-for-one, because you're without any weekend plans?

Never fear, the party people are heading to Russia.

Alexei Kudrin, Russia's finance minister, is making it his countrymen's patriotic duty to light up and get boozy.

"People should understand: Those who drink, those who smoke are doing more to help the state," As the revenue from increased taxes on alcohol and cigarettes will be spent on funding social programs and services.

But what about the exponential rise in hospital beds required with this peer pressured patriotic booze up?

According to Time's John Cloud

[A] new paper in the journal Alcoholism: Clinical and Experimental Research suggests that -- for reasons that aren't entirely clear -- abstaining from alcohol does actually tend to increase one's risk of dying even when you exclude former drinkers. The most shocking part? Abstainers' mortality rates are higher than those of heavy drinkers.

This still doesn't account for the inevitable increase in the hospital beds required to cope with the influx of smokers gagging for breath.

Sounds like Alexei got the party started prior to announcing this policy...“Ah that’s just drunk talk, sweet beautiful drunk talk.” ~Barney Gumbal