Last Friday, Jackie and I went to the Swing City dance. I've been going off and on since late spring, and this was my latest trip.
Any girl - sorry, "follower" - danged PC terms have even invaded swing dancing - can tell you that the key to a great dance is a great partner. So when the guy who taught the pre-dance lesson asked me, I jumped at the chance.
This man, Tony Tye of the "Hop to the Beat" studio, is a fantastic dancer and a great leader. And he really likes to MOVE. Before I knew it I was being tossed back and forth as he launched me into one new step after another. Before long I got to the point that I live for when I go dancing - my brain turned off and my feet led the way.
And the best part was, we had started to remind me quite a bit of Vera Ellen and Danny Kaye in "White Christmas" - "The Best Things Happen While You're Dancing." I used to watch this movie as a teenager and dream myself into Vera's pale pink gown and the the easy grace of the perfectly choreographed dance. I was hardly perfect on Friday, of course, but I didn't care. It was close enough.
It was lovely.
Maybe I lied.
8 years ago
