As the article's title suggests, it has been reaffirmed that songs (of any genre) really do govern my mood for the day.
Perhaps, therefore, choosing to listen to Bruno Mars' The Lazy Song whilst attempting to complete my Art History assignment was a bad shout. I have 730 words which I am happy with thus far in my essay, which leaves another 1280 words left... *groan*
On a brighter note, tonight I have arranged for the Food Appreciation Society to eat out at a restaurant called "The London: Burgers and Beers", where, let's face it, the majority of interest is male, and even then they are more drawn towards the "beer" than any reference to food in the eatery's name. Nonetheless it looks set to be a good night. I hope.
Clearly when food and music choice both dictate and govern your mood, you are in for a messy night. Especially as I am hoping to drag a small collection of unsuspecting friends out to Monkeybar for a night of Salsa dancing afterwards. Probably didn't really think through the whole process of filling our faces with meat and chips and then having to roll down the street and compete with agile and probably-half-starved clubbing girls fighting for a bit of latino action. Hmm. Nonetheless, as my last night out before Chris arrives, I will try and make it a good one, and be ultra-sociable to everyone who makes the effort to come out, and the brave volunteers who will trek to Monkeybar with me, and witness some rather embarrassing attempts at salsa.
I really would recommend any sort of salsa club though to anyone who is still a salsa-virgin. They are uber fun and, despite the entrance fee, very good value for money. Last time I went to Monkeybar for their Friday night Salsa bonanza, my ears were rewarded with the sweet sound of latino music coming from a live band, and there was mid-night cultural entertainment by men and women dressed up in South American finery and an array of fiesty dance moves. Although I paid $10 to enter, I didn't buy an alcoholic drink all evening as I was too busy dancing and soaking in the atmosphere, and when I did queue up at the bar it was only for a glass of tap water to quench my thirst.
Calories lost + fun gained dancing + good company = well worth the $10 handed over reluctantly at the start of the evening!
And now... back to the essay...
Ciao bellas <3
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