Since the cake-baker/sanity-maker was in town last night under the guise of her real profession which is being a kick-ass musician, the daughter and I went down to the Legion Hall to hear the music. The husband couldn't go because he's fishing a tournament so it was just me and the youngest.
We had a good time, lots of good music, and at one point she said, "Let's dance."
Well, there was no dancing going on and most of the dance floor was covered with chairs but the disco mirror ball was rotating gently and I remembered all the dancing I've done under that disco ball over the years and I bit the lime and said, "Okay."
And we did.
We were the only two people who danced the entire evening until the very last song whereupon maybe ten people got up and shook a little bootie.
Sometimes you just have to dance. You put on your silver jewelry and your shiny eyeshadow and your daughter says let's dance and all that music is going to waste with everyone just sitting there watching when in fact, music was invented so that people could dance. Throw in a disco ball and it's just going to happen.
If you have the DNA I do, anyway, which my daughter does.
It was a fine evening.
