So let’s get this over with. First things first, I didn’t dance. I just didn’t feel like it. I don’t like the feeling of dancing and I really don’t think, or rather I know I don’t dance well. If I don’t feel like I’m doing something very well, I either practice (which Adam, Brian and Phillip all say they will help me with–they’ve even set up another practice day next week–really an excuse for everyone to get together and eat chips/dips/chocolate) or I just don’t attempt it at all.
We got to the club, the music was blaring and there were barely any people dancing. Mostly everyone was just making their claims on tables or doing shots at the bar. So of course, my friends didn’t go out onto the floor either. This to me was a good thing. If there are few people out on the floor the crowd will tend to watch and one can be more easily seen. So we claimed a table and I kept trying to talk myself into getting courage to go out there.
As the floor started to fill (during a course of about an hour), Adam said he wanted to dance. Brian said he wanted to dance and grabbed some of their friends to join him. Whew, I missed it!!! I was glad because I wasn’t quite ready to go out there.
Really, the whole night was spent just chatting with my friends…and turning down a few strangers who also asked me to dance. One guy tried to bribe me with a mixed drink of my choice. I did however meet some new people. There was a really cute older couple. I can’t remember their names, but they did say they came every Saturday to watch the “Young-uns cut a rug”. They actually said “cut a rug”. They told me that they have been a couple since the sixties, that for most of the sixties and seventies they told people they were single bachelor brothers living together. They said that they admired most of the people who could come out now and were surprised how far things have come.
So, I didn’t dance. Maybe the next time. But ten to one, probably not. I wasn’t made to dance. Now converse, that is one thing I can do!!