Tony, 20, 30 and 40 somethings don't dance at all. They think a fun party consists of standing around bitching about their jobs, how overworked and underpaid they are, texting, sexting, getting plastered and smoking weed, but dancing is not something they even know how to do. At least in this part of the country. Most of the dancers here, and in the Florida Keys, were the 50 to 80 year-olds. Not only did they know how to jitterbug, they also could cha cha, rhumba, samba, tango, etc..., and they loved to have a good time at a party. Yes, they were older folks, but this morning I looked in the bathroom mirror and there was an older folk looking back at me.
What was really neat today was right after I finished my job, I went to Lowes to purchase a new extension cord for my console (the ground lug broke off the plug). I was still wearing my performance outfit, a blue satin shirt with matching tie and a blue, sparkly silk vest, black slacks, highly polished shoes. (Yeah, the old codger looks pretty dapper on stage.) While I was in the store, the same store my daughter Laura works in, I got hit on by a couple of the ladies that worked there. I guess they were in their late 40s, which made me feel pretty good. It happened again while I was grocery shopping at BJ's Wholesale Club in Abingdon, MD a half hour later. Sure made my day a lot better.
Hope Carol doesn't find out.
I wonder if they liked to jitterbug, liked green coconut Margarettas, and sailboats, too. Hmmmmm!
Sure wish I could still jitterbug.
Cheers,
Gary
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