Where you goin dancin? Hope you have fun!
It was alright. My dancing partner wasn't there, so I didn;t get to dance. She had to go up on the mountian to visit with her sister from Florida who would rather go to Odd Fellows in Floyd than drive an hour down the mountain to go this festival, even with free tickets. It was out in the country, and down in a holler, no cell phone service. I didn't see anyone I knew and most of the dancing was kids, little ones, with glow sticks and glowing necklaces, boppin' around on three sheets of warped ply wood in front of a stage. It was quite magical in the twilight with the lights and the band playing "I ain't broke, but I'm badly bent", I imagined that becoming a golden memory for them little girls.
Then at one point two drunk guy out out yonder and danced while their equally drunk women stood to the side and laughed at them.
The last time I payed attention to the dancing was when this folk group came up to play and this Daddy and his about 6 year old daughter came up and he twilerd her about and then picked her up and they sashayed back and forth, it was beautiful. I was glad I was in the dark by then, lest I be the man in the bar that night that Annie Proulx seen.
Driving out of there under a thousand stars I get up the hill and the phone goes "Beep, beep" & "wish I was there".
You and me both, brother.