You wouldn't think that while I don't miss hamburgers, hotdogs or apple pie, I definitely miss dancing. Now, don't misunderstand. I am allowed to dance, no problem. But I really really want to go to a school dance, or have a living room dance session with kids who are as weird as me (Dayna, Christina or Julie).
This is just one more reason I am looking forward to Paris, so that I won't have a curfew and I can go out with friends. What brought this on? Last night we finally went out to see some Cannes nightlife. We saw another fireworks display and we took the 00:00 bus home. While I continually saw the groups of kids my age that I wanted to hang out with, I was content with my party, but I definitely look forward to having friends.
We did see nightlife. We saw a dancing crew and a guitarist who pulled in crowds of at least a hundred. We sat on the beach and looked down La Croisette and it looked like a fairground. The hotels were lit up and reflected in the Mediterranean, the kids ran around with their toys they bought from a street vendor, kids practiced breakdancing in the street, and a two story Merry-Go-Round really completed the scene.
While we were listening to the singer, I wanted to dance so badly. An old bum was walking around trying to get people to participate, it was so funny to watch how uncomfortable people became. and it was very enjoyable to eat my creme-bulee flavored glace and watch the show.
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