Last night was Dance Class and it was also Valentine’s Day, so our Dance Teacher had suggested we have a social night. Not a regular dance, just informal. What fun we had. Everyone brought snacks and something to drink, and several brought extras. These included red, heart-shaped balloons, home-baked scones and pancakes, heart-shaped chocolates and different sorts of nibbles.
We had all been asked to wear something red. One member appeared with a crazy red wig and long patterned red skirt. Everyone had a turn of wearing the wig. When trying to paint a word picture I should get you to imagine a modern community hall, dimmed lighting, one long table for 15 people – all of them being over fifty. We are a sprightly lot though. At least the others are, I suspect I am one of the least sprightly. . . . . . . . . stiffness and fibromyalgia often go together. Where I do score is in the laughing stakes.
Another thing to point out is that at many a dance, hardly anyone gets up on the floor to get on with the dancing. At Dance Club socials, everyone is up as soon as the music starts – all trying things out. New steps, old steps, with help, without help. . . . . . everyone having a great time. It is at times like these that I realise how fortunate we are to live in such a friendly village.
Many thanks to M&M!
OMG. so so jealous. You have what I wish I could find. I am not a great dancer, but would love to have a group that meets and practices and has fun.