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Do you ever get the overwhelming urge to go out and dance? Put on a trashy frock and highly impractical shoes; spend an hour applying eye make-up before trying to squish a huge amount of stuff into a teeny-tiny bag?
I live the good life – it is all cocktails, fancy dinners, highbrow cinema, galleries and obscure indie artistes. It is all terribly grown-up and I love it. I just sometimes miss going out wearing a short skirt, strawpedoing a Smirnoff Ice and dancing to Flo-Rida.
I was never a wild-child. There was a six month period in 2005 when I went proper batshit crazy (another story, a never time), I’ll be honest: it was bloody hard work. The cost of the extra eye make-up remover alone was very off putting. In the main, wild nights out were a rare treat rather than a weekly event. That’s probably why, six years on, I’m still not bored of them.
Growing up near Wolverhampton has given me a warped perception of what constitutes a “wild night out”. It is a place where a cocktail comes served in a pitcher and contains four cans of Monster. The music tends to be of the R‘n’B/Cheese/Reef Place Your Hands variety. By hipster standards, it is a lot shit.
But who cares? I’ve had enough of standing around and “appreciating” the music, I’m fed up of seeing blokes with beards wearing chunky pullovers, discussing real ale and nu-folk. I want to get sweaty dancing whilst drinking cheap gin and tonic from a plastic beaker. I want to laugh at silly boys with silly haircuts wearing silly All Saints low-cut t-shirts. I want to eat a sandwich from Subway at 2am and spend the next day sending and receiving texts of the “OMG, do you remember…” or “My head hurts” variety.
In short, this Bookish Brunette wants to move:
Bookish Brunette’s big night out playlist:
- Flo-Rida: Low*
- Madonna: Like a Prayer*
- Tinie Tempah: Pass Out
- R Kelly: Ignition
- Beyonce: Crazy in Love
- TLC: No Scrubs
- 5ive: Megamix
- Lady Gaga: Just Dance
- Far East Movement: Like a G6
- Christina Aguilera: Dirrty
- Nelly: Hot in Herre
Feel free to add to the list in the comments below!
BBxx
*dedicated to my home girls. You know who you are. xoxo
It’s not a night out unless you hear ‘Out of Space’ or ‘Insomnia’ for hands in the air sing a-long action.
Also, you should probably get ‘Senorita’ by JT and ‘Promiscuous Girl’ by Nelly Furtado on there too…
Good call Rob! Love it when the strobe lights come on during Out of Space. How could I have forgotten about JT?!? Maneater by Furtado instead of Promiscuous though Just thought of Bang Bang Bang by Mark Ronson and Hello by Martin Solveig – both a bit”contemporary” for my nostalgia trip, but they are making my toes twitch (in a good dancing way, not cramp).
I’m still certain we were louder than Tiger Tiger’s PA system singing Madonna on that crazy night! x
Great playlist! I love all the songs you’ve listed. My dance-my-butt-off songs are In the Closet by Michael Jackson, Because the Night by Patti Smith and anything by David Guetta.