Valentine's Day Dance

This is a sad day for me. I was so looking forward to writing a mocking rendition of the park's Valentine's Day Dance. What fun for me! But actually it was a good time. The food was served quickly by volunteers who hopefully got in free. It was tasty chicken cordon blue (sorry, can't spell in French) and wild rice and carrots. As Rick, aka Larry the cable guy, said "my chicken tastes like ham and cheese" all confused like. He is from Oklahoma. Nuff said. There was lots of free wine and beer, the cheesecake was very, very good.

The band, Tumble Dry Low, is always rocking. Lots of good country music. Big piss off, they played Old Time Rock and Roll and the floor immediately filled with line dancers. Bob Seger would not approve. No one else can dance when they are out there. You would get trampled by cowboy boots.

We sat with a group that we know from happy hour at Nellie and Rex's driveway. They have all been married about 49 years so are 5 to 10 years older than us. They sure can dance country. And yes, we don't know how such a round little couple can skip around the dance floor all night, every dance. But it was touching to see them. And to see Eileen and Gary twirling a sweet young girl around the floor in her wheel chair, and to see Erika and hubby dancing, he is almost all cured of cancer.

And we danced too. We used to go dancing often, but as Paul's knee got worse and the smoke in the bars got worse, we quit going. Javier and Susan taught us to 2 step last year. We have to practice. Looks like fun but wouldn't want to knock someone over and break their hip. I have a vague recollection of an incident involving a polka back in the day.

Not there wasn't something to mock. Most outstanding was the lady with a red sequined shirt that had a heart cut out in the middle of her back. We can't wait to see her outfit for St. Paddy's Day. Nominated for the OPS (Old People Shit) award was the couple who brought a cooler, filled it with ice from the party, and stored to take home the cheese cake and rolls that they didn't eat. They even brought sandwich bags. Most telling is that they live 4 lots from the club house. Hummm.