last night was a much needed girls' night out for me. i went dancing with my dear friend, lady a, co-founder of our official "dance club" trio (we sorely miss our third co-founder, chou, who is now dancing her way around canada). it was really the first full blown dance night for me since becoming pregnant with braeden. we had a fantastic time.
at one point in the evening, i was dancing near this gentleman who introduced himself as marcus (i say gentleman because that's what he was. not all of those that grace a downtown dance floor are such, but marcus was genuinely a nice person). he asked me, "are you from colorado?"
"yes," i answered.
"huh!" he said. "you don't normally see girls from colorado that move like you do."
well, at first i was a little taken aback from such a comment. as opposed to a simple pick-up line, i sensed this was meant as a pure observation. he was probably right.
then i thought about the question. where was i from? what does the question mean, and what then, my answer?
"i was raised in jersey," i admitted.
"AH! alright," he said, and something seemed to click clear to him.
born in iowa, raised in new jersey, calling colorado home- where do you think i'm from?
where are you from?