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badgermonkey's post about dancing reminded me.
I love dancing. I get to dance so rarely these days I almost forget how much I love to dance. And then I danced 3 times in the last 8 days, and remembered how much I love it. That certainly gets the heart pumping, so my doctor will be happy.
Last week's dancing: our local street party. Very bad band but dancing on the street with bbq in background and kids running round sopping wet from water pistol fights - it's the annual neighbourly love fest.
Friday night's dancing: King's College annual Fellows' Supper. Posh, posh, posh, and we were invited! Champagne on the lawn as the sun sets. Dinner with Nobel prize winners and five courses that included *cucumber jelly with salmon and cauliflower froth* (the cauliflower froth very *jismy*) and *gazpacho ice cream*. And that was only the beginning! After dinner, there were FIREWORKS on the lawn, just for us! And they were wonderful! Some were like water, cross-elemental. There was organ music in the chapel and hideous neon art on the outside of the chapel and jazz music inside and boules and ice creams and *roulette*. I have never gambled before but if there were a casino in Cambridge, I would gamble away our house. I love it! I told t'hubster to do his Scottish accent so that I could be Bond girl (kinkorama, eh) and then I *won 3 pounds 80*! Now I understand the expression 'raking it in', because they literally rake in the chips with a rake.
I danced with a friend whose husband also won't dance. The band did 'quando quando quando'. Cheese-o-rama! It was great. I wore my linen frock from South Bend, Indiana, my jewellery from Baltimore and my new ballerina shoes. Plus my new blondified hair and haircut.
Yesterday afternoon's dancing: Birthday party at Jesus College on yet another lawn. The band arrived at 3 and the dancing started at 4 in the hot, hot sun! Glorious! Grass is a great dance surface. The band dressed up in glamrock imitation gear and did Bowie and Rolling Stones. The same friend was there plus another woman (what *is* it with Anglo men???) and I had febulous fun. Some restriction of movement was experienced due to tightness of minidress but I compensated by twisting and jumping up and down a lot.
Today: no dancing. Felt low instead. But rallied.
badgermonkey's post about dancing reminded me.I love dancing. I get to dance so rarely these days I almost forget how much I love to dance. And then I danced 3 times in the last 8 days, and remembered how much I love it. That certainly gets the heart pumping, so my doctor will be happy.
Last week's dancing: our local street party. Very bad band but dancing on the street with bbq in background and kids running round sopping wet from water pistol fights - it's the annual neighbourly love fest.
Friday night's dancing: King's College annual Fellows' Supper. Posh, posh, posh, and we were invited! Champagne on the lawn as the sun sets. Dinner with Nobel prize winners and five courses that included *cucumber jelly with salmon and cauliflower froth* (the cauliflower froth very *jismy*) and *gazpacho ice cream*. And that was only the beginning! After dinner, there were FIREWORKS on the lawn, just for us! And they were wonderful! Some were like water, cross-elemental. There was organ music in the chapel and hideous neon art on the outside of the chapel and jazz music inside and boules and ice creams and *roulette*. I have never gambled before but if there were a casino in Cambridge, I would gamble away our house. I love it! I told t'hubster to do his Scottish accent so that I could be Bond girl (kinkorama, eh) and then I *won 3 pounds 80*! Now I understand the expression 'raking it in', because they literally rake in the chips with a rake.
I danced with a friend whose husband also won't dance. The band did 'quando quando quando'. Cheese-o-rama! It was great. I wore my linen frock from South Bend, Indiana, my jewellery from Baltimore and my new ballerina shoes. Plus my new blondified hair and haircut.
Yesterday afternoon's dancing: Birthday party at Jesus College on yet another lawn. The band arrived at 3 and the dancing started at 4 in the hot, hot sun! Glorious! Grass is a great dance surface. The band dressed up in glamrock imitation gear and did Bowie and Rolling Stones. The same friend was there plus another woman (what *is* it with Anglo men???) and I had febulous fun. Some restriction of movement was experienced due to tightness of minidress but I compensated by twisting and jumping up and down a lot.
Today: no dancing. Felt low instead. But rallied.