The Thing About Dancing

“The thing about dancing all night is, I don’t feel tired,” I say to M as we walk down the street at 3 a.m. to catch a taxi home from Hongdae.  She doesn’t respond, so I continue trying to explain myself. “I mean, I’m tired, but I don’t feel tired. Does that even make sense?”

“Yeah. I understand exactly what you mean,” M says with a smile on her face. “In my head I’m trying to figure out- would it be rude to ask if she wants to go back?

I pause, and consider the proposal seriously, as we approach the taxi stand.


Last month, M and I went out dancing. I’d been clubbing in Seoul only once before and I wasn’t really ready for it at the time.

But that particular weekend things had changed. I was in dire need of some playfulness and wanted to do something fun and spontaneous. My friend M was coming up and I knew she regularly went out dancing. I was secretly hoping she would want to go out when she came.

As soon as she walked in the door, she said “C and I are going out tonight.”

Perfect, my wish was granted. “I wanna go!” I exclaimed.

Now was my chance for Hongdae to redeem itself.


As we were getting ready to leave, the first obstacle was trying to find that little purse I used to have. Turns out I got rid of it in my decluttering. I remember specifically picking up the purse, holding it and thinking- I only need to keep bags that hold my camera because I should always be carrying my camera with me. Thus, there won’t be a situation where I will need this little tiny purse that doesn’t fit the camera.

Well, I didn’t foresee this night to happen. Once I realized I no longer had the purse, I managed to find a workaround. Luckily, I’m well endowed.

“This is happening,” I said to myself as I stored my money and id card in my bra.

The second obstacle was deciding weather or not to bring a sweater.  I had my grey sweaters all laid out to go with my grey shirt dress.

“You’re not bringing a jacket?” I ask M, who’s still in short sleeves.

“No.” She says, “But you get cold easily.”

I pause to see if I can get away with not bringing a jacket too.

I decide not to bring it, knowing it will be warm inside. And the night is cool, but not cold, so it turned out to be fine.

The great thing about having no purse was I felt totally free. It was nice to not have a purse, a phone, or a jacket to worry about.


“I mean, don’t stay out all night just because I want to.” M quickly inserts, giving me an out.

What I’m I feeling? Do I want to stay? I check in with myself. I figured if I was gonna go out dancing, I might as well go all the way.

“Let’s go back,” I say, grinning.

“Yolo?” M offers.

“Yeah. That.” I say.

“Are you sure?” M asks hesitantly.

“Yes.” I feel like a little kid, totally stoked about the prospect of dancing all night long. “You’re just lucky I don’t have a job.”

“Ok. I’m not going to ask you again,” M says, delighted to live it up one last time in Hongdae before she leaves the country for her next adventure. “And yes, I’m so lucky.”


We danced until 5 a.m. and caught the first train home in the morning. This is something I knew other people occasionally did. Even as much as every weekend. But it wasn’t  something I was ever interested in before this night.

Now I understand why people enjoy this activity. You get so much energy from dancing, which makes sense because it’s basically exercise. And exercise lets your energy rise.

The great thing about going dancing with M was it was only about the dancing. There was no drinking, no socializing, no talking. I didn’t have to meet new people, or be friendly, or make conversation. I didn’t even have to think.

I just got to be. And feel the music.


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