Took The Marshmallow to her first ever clubbing experience tonite. That nervousness of whether you're wearing the right clothes, the worry of if you think you'll get let in with your trainers, the shock of the sheer number of sweaty tipsy people in one place, the bemusement at the decor, the wonder of the podium dancers.
I had almost forgotten that going to a club is quite the rite of passage for those who have never been. Bloody hell, it's been
over a deca.. only a few years since I was going through those very same worries with old Cousin Bich. And look at Bich now. Heh.
For her first time, The Marshmallow did really well. If we didn't have to get up early the next day, she'd be doing the full two-step shuffle by the end of the nite. Babysteps!
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