Sitting in the bar after dinner at my Mauritian holiday hotel (and yes, I am bragging,) I couldn’t help but notice how every woman was dancing in her seat. Fruity cocktail in front of her, jiggling and swaying to the music whilst the dance floor remained empty.
One lone French woman, dressed admittedly like an over-dressed belly dancer, (ie her belly was covered but she had enough coins and metal covering her that everything was swaying,) braved the small round dance floor, madly kicking her legs and jumping around, partnered by her small child. We all watched, no one moved from their seat. It was almost as if everyone disapproved. But I decided, she was the only one there who’d had a blinding night.
Grow old disgracefully
The next night, in my confirmed aim to ‘grow old disgracefully’ I decided to get everyone up and moving -especially as it was ‘disco night’. Getting a willing singleton on my side, and aided somewhat reluctantly by my daughter, we 3 took to the floor and then beckoned other women to join us. Within 15 minutes we had everyone (men and women) in the bar dancing. It was a brilliant night! ….. But oh, my poor head the next day! Still, it was worth it.
However, there’s a moral to the story. No! Not to mind how much alcohol one consumes -though admittedly this is sage advice, but to let your inhibitions go -especially on holiday when no one knows you – and I promise, whatever your age, you’ll have more fun.
Photo credit: Salavatore Vuono