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So I’m beginning to thing I’m hitting the clubs a bit too much. How do I know? It started before I even got there lat night (02/23). The parking lot attendant knew where I like to park (in the lower level of the lot, not the upper lot where you pay), and he pointed to a space I could fit in. Wow! Pretty thoughtful of him, I’d say.

So I make my way into the club I like to frequent. I get there early to avoid the cover (that’s one more Bud Light for Chris!) I get my beer and wait for the crowd to arrive, it’s a slow Friday night, but eventually people start turning out, and the place is jumping. Hey! You can’t keep us New Englanders inside all winter! The bartender who’s usually there on Friday & Saturday nights even introduced me to the owner, who put me on the list to get in free at their event next Friday! How cool is that? Damn cool. I know where I’ll be next Friday night.

So after one or two beers, I’m ready to hit the floor. I made way over to a group of guys and together we owned the floor for a few minutes. Of course, I much prefer dancing with women, but hey, it was nice for the fellas to take over the dance floor for awhile. Women do it all the time while the guys just stand on the sidelines and gawk! Tonight it’s our turn Let the woman stand on the sidelines and, well, giggle and point is pretty much what they did :/
And speaking of women, one lady came up and started dancing with me for about 10 seconds, apparently at the goading of her ladyfriends/boyfriend/whatever. Ah, but lady, don’t you know that death be not proud and neither is lonlieness A dance is a dance. It still counts. The night (and therefore the weekend) is already a success. After my 10 seconds were up, she went giggling back to her cohorts.

But a funny thing happened on the way to last call She came back and we danced some more. She even gave me some dancing lessons! “Don’t bounce so much”, she said. “Always let the girl lead”. Soon, she had me moving across the floor, as elegant as Jerry Rice We held each other’s hands, moved apart and back together, backward, forward, sideways. Even twirled her around a few times. It was wonderful. I even danced with a few of her friends for a bit.

When the evening was over, she gave me a peck on the cheek and told me she loved me. I told her the same.

So, Peggy*, if you’re out there. Thank you for the dance lessons. Hope we meet again on the floor soon!

* Not her real name, obviously. I’m continuing to use women’s names that are found in Bob Dylan songs. In this case “Pretty Peggy-O”, from his first, self titled album, released in 1962. Available at Amazon.com now!

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