Dancing With Princess Leia
October 10, 2009 (27 Responses)
IT’S NOT EVERY NIGHTÂ you Â end up dancing with Princess Leia,Â a bumble bee and a gorrilla.
It started out as a typical client bash which kicked off around 6pm in Dublin city centre. The team needed a night to blow off some steam so we headed out into the wintery void and, infused with copious amounts of alcohol, proceeded to laugh and joke our way through the evening. At some point the suggestion of heading into a night club next door reared its head and fuelled by God knows how many drinks a gang of us followed our trusty guide into the club to a VIP area which had been sectioned off for us and that’s when it all got a bit surreal.
Now, it’s fair to say that its been quite a while since I’ve hit the night club scene, so I was expecting it to be full of the usual assortment of pretty young things flinging themselves around the dance floor to base beats and high energy madness, and indeed it was, but then I noticed something very odd. In the VIP section next to us there were some pretty strange looking characters and wouldn’t you know it, we somehow ended up dancing with most of ‘em:)
Outstanding in every way was my personal favourite, Princess Leia. She was in every way a perfect Latvian replica of the iconic figure, resplendant inÂ the Â white sexy number which seemed to have all the best bits and none of the weaponry and holy cow that Princess could move with the beat. She even kept the braless look that is so famous for that outfit. A quick spin and suddenly I was dancing with her mate the bumble bee, dressed in a short orange and black mini-skirt number with wings and all. At that point the Gorilla passed into my field of view and I thought I was seeing things. I still don’t know quite how the guy in the full body gorilla suit was able to move around the floor without being reduced to a puddle of sweat, but he did somehow. There were other oddities around, shaking and moving to the thumping heartbeat of the club but none of them, not one, could compare to the Princess.
And boy did I feel old as a result, because when I took stock and looked around my companions almost every one of them was glued into the Princess too, because for the most part we are all middle aged or rapidly approaching it, so our childhood memories of Star Wars are primal compared to the watered down crap George Lucas served up in recent years. We are fans of the original trilogy, and so when confronted with a young, vibrant and sexy Princess Leia swirling around a dance floor in the middle of Dublin in the wee hours of the morning we are all taken by surprise and realise, with knowing smiles, that everyone is thinking the same thing; we’re getting too old for this shit. All the other pretty young things were bouncing around the dance floor doing their best to attract some attention, but they just couldn’t compete.
Thank you Princess. You may not know I even exist and I doubt we will ever meet again, but you certainly put a smile on my face last night and I’m thinking it’s time I watched the original trilogy again:)