So, yesterday afternoon, I was at the day job. It was Friday, my boss (or is it colleague? I can't keep track) had left for Fire Island, it was raining, I had had a long long week both professionally and personally - lots of drama, and no Playbill.
But thank God for my peeps, such as Matt Knife, Jonny Mack, Chris from the Gay Geeks and Witti Repartee among others who kept me (mostly) on track even though at times I felt as though I was careening off into the ditch.
I was exhausted both mentally and physically and was considering leaving early, which for a freelancer is kind of stupid (no work, no pay).. but that's where I was at.
I got up from my desk around mid-afternoon to get some air. It was kind of drizzling outside without really committing to a full on rain storm. Who knew even the weather had committment issues?
The elevator opened and a woman was standing there, looking mildly startled.
She said: "You didn't see that"
I looked at her with a kind of "What?" expression.
She: "I was dancing"
And as she started to ramble on about why she was dancing and the doors closed, I interrupted her saying: "It's OK. Everybody needs a dance break every now and then"
She looked relieved and from the 43rd Floor to the lobby we boogied. She did a sort of Violet dance from the Peanuts 1960s Xmas special, and I did a Chandler dance.
I don't know why but somehow that made everything better. Dancing has a way of doing that.
You see, everybody needs a dance break. Everybody. :)
Also: nobody leaves this place without singing the blues. Nobody. :) (enjoy the clip -- which also features some awkward white people dancing.. just like us in the elevator)