My name rhymes with "Lisa,"
I live in Midland, Texas, because it's warm
and the mortgage is cheap,
and no, my hair is not naturally orange.
The EGE--The Ever-Gorgeous Earl--is my husband of 34 years.
I have the best job in the world
because I get to call up artists
and ask them nosy questions
and then write about them.
In my spare time I write.
Yeah, I know that's kind of pathetic,
but what can I say?
So we were going out dancing the other night, which is a story unto itself: one of the local (in Odessa, 20 miles west) nightclubs is usually closed on Sunday nights but opens every other Sunday for an Over-40 Dance Night, where a handful of people go to dance to supposedly old-style country music. We went for a while in the past, and then two weeks ago went back--I don't know why we quit going, and I don't know why we went back. I don't much like going to Odessa, and it's weird going dancing on a Sunday, which will always be, to me, A School Night, but our dancing opportunities are severely limited these days, so we went. And this week we went back. And I told The EGE he is never going to take me there ever again lest I hurt someone. The young DJ, some hip young dude they wrangled into playing music for The Old Folks (I actually saw his mix CD, and I swear to you it was labeled "Old Folks Music." (No, he had no apostrophe.) Yes, I gave him grief (about the label; he wouldn't have understood about the apostrophe, trust me). We bonded over tattoos, of course, and I hoped to leverage that into some actual decent music, but his idea of classic country seems to be something "from before last summer." Some of it was like 20% country and 90% rock. Yeah, I know that's 110%, and that's my point: contemporary "country" is not country. Now, having said that, I have to go ahead and admit that I don't like country. I just like dancing with my husband. But if I'm going to dance to it, I want it to be real country and not some rock-ish hybrid--because if there's any music I like less than country, it's rock. Or oh, wait: hip-hop. Heavy metal. Rap.
Well, geez. What I like is music you can dance to. ("to which one can dance"--I know). and this was not it, and at one point I actually began to whine and let my knees buckle a bit so The EGE would bring me home and feed me. I don't go so far as to lie down on the dance floor and kick my feet, but I did whine kind of a lot.
So we were going out, and since we were dressing to dance anyway and the studio was empty, I thought I'd do a little movie. The acoustics suck, and the room is still too tiny for dancing, what with that chandelier in the middle, but, hey--you should dance every chance you get, right?
Anyway--before I begin rambling for real (what with the cold and the cigarette smoke and the odor of burning pine boards (from the heat of the electric saw), I'm feeling a little wonky today), here's the video:
And...love your pink underskirt. Reminds me of the days of layers of crinoline petticoats. My mom never let me have a colored one to layer in the the white ones. Always wanted a red or aqua one like the popular girls had.
Thank you!!! I love to dance-really dance-the dance my parents do every weekend. The sawdust sounds like the cornmeal they put on the floor at the legion where my parents dance. Story: My aunt/uncle's 25th anniversary held in an old home with a ballroom. Cousin was sent out to get cornmeal. He didn't have a clue, came back and sprinkled cornstarch all over the floor! But, we still danced the night away.
Not when it comes to dancing, Chris--he auditioned me before he ever took me on a date to make sure I could do the two-step, waltz, Cotton-Eyed Joe--all those. So it's not me getting him to dance; it's the other way around.
I love this story, Jeannie--sounds like something I (a non-cook) would have done. Glad you could dance anyway--sometimes that stuff gets sticky, doesn't it? Or maybe I'm thinking of something else--
Dancing should be joyful for both parites.....and you both brought a smile to my face-- thanks for sharing :) DH and I met dancing 35 years--he no longer can due to a very bad back- but we got some great memories....but we were into that 70's music ...lol
that was so much fun! all that was missing was the sawdust on the floor, LOL ;)
very smooth indeed. the EGE definitely dances like an old-timey dancer, with those minimalist body movements and yet in constant motion. and your twirls, Rice, were fab, and love the twirls of color from the underskirts.
i used to country dance a lot, when i was dating a guy who loved country music and managed a band that played a lot of Bob Wills music. i really enjoyed it, and even though i don't dance anymore, i still get a kick out of watching good dancers cut the rug. thanks for sharing the video!!
I love it! Earl is a lovely dancer and your twirly skirt just makes it! Thanks for sharing! Methinks you should add a dance floor to the house, too, while the construction guys are there. Then you could make your OWN dance mix. ; )
First, I don't judge comments and emails and texts--if I even notice, I blame it on autocorrect or rushing. I make TONS of errors in typing, so I can't judge (but, boy, I do in stuff that's published. Or from people who are in the process of irritating me. You know.)
We do have a place we can dance at home: our 8' x 30' front porch. We can move the porch furniture, put down some cornmeal (haven't tried that, but I'm guessing we could later sweep it onto the lawn for the birds, maybe?), and dance. There are electrical outlets out there for music, plus ceiling fans (although those would get in the way if we forgot about them). Perfect!
Peg, I wish you could find a way to dance anyway. Maybe chair dancing--we know someone who's been in a wheelchair all her life who used to go dancing all the time. Of course, there's hardly anywhere to go dancing any more unless you're 22. .. .
Funny you noticed that, Mo--the minimalist movements. When people ask us about country dancing, we try to explain that it's not about broad movements. Your hips move very little, and your feet are very controlled. The new young country dancers are all over the place and regularly kick the crap out of your ankles and shins with that little side kick they love so much. So not country--back in the day, that kind of thing would have gotten you shot.
Love it! You two live Life ( with a capital " L") ...and enjoy it to the fullest! Free and beautiful spirits! Love the dancing. I know life Things and Aggravations try to squeeze in...I love to read your blog all about that...but you do a really good job of just " giving them the boot". I haven't posted anything in a while, but still read and thoroughly enjoy your blog. Thanks for the smile today! (Also, to the EGE: looking good!)
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well, I just think this is incredibly sweet!...just loved seeing the 2 of you cuttin' the rug! ( I remembered my apostrophe! :)
You two have some moves! I think you made good use of that studio space :-)
Thank you! And bonus points for punctuation, Kerin!
And...love your pink underskirt. Reminds me of the days of layers of crinoline petticoats. My mom never let me have a colored one to layer in the the white ones. Always wanted a red or aqua one like the popular girls had.
Wish I knew how to dance, thanks for sharing.
Nancy in Dallas
Thank you!!! I love to dance-really dance-the dance my parents do every weekend. The sawdust sounds like the cornmeal they put on the floor at the legion where my parents dance. Story: My aunt/uncle's 25th anniversary held in an old home with a ballroom. Cousin was sent out to get cornmeal. He didn't have a clue, came back and sprinkled cornstarch all over the floor! But, we still danced the night away.
EGE does anything you put him up to and with a big smile. What a guy!
Not when it comes to dancing, Chris--he auditioned me before he ever took me on a date to make sure I could do the two-step, waltz, Cotton-Eyed Joe--all those. So it's not me getting him to dance; it's the other way around.
I love this story, Jeannie--sounds like something I (a non-cook) would have done. Glad you could dance anyway--sometimes that stuff gets sticky, doesn't it? Or maybe I'm thinking of something else--
I LOVE you guys!!!
I know you won't go for this, but you know, it would be so cool if you guys did have your own place to dance at home.
Dancing should be joyful for both parites.....and you both brought a smile to my face--
thanks for sharing :)
DH and I met dancing 35 years--he no longer can due to a very bad back- but we got some great memories....but we were into that 70's music ...lol
Oh my goodness. Please do not judge- misspelling- and all other errors. I shall never leave a comment again. I am not worthy. LOL
that was so much fun! all that was missing was the sawdust on the floor, LOL ;)
very smooth indeed. the EGE definitely dances like an old-timey dancer, with those minimalist body movements and yet in constant motion. and your twirls, Rice, were fab, and love the twirls of color from the underskirts.
i used to country dance a lot, when i was dating a guy who loved country music and managed a band that played a lot of Bob Wills music. i really enjoyed it, and even though i don't dance anymore, i still get a kick out of watching good dancers cut the rug. thanks for sharing the video!!
What fun! I love your dress-perfect for dancing!
Thank you RIcë, I was hoping for a video as soon as I saw the title.
You two are adorable. Your love should stand as a shining example to couples everywhere.
I love it! Earl is a lovely dancer and your twirly skirt just makes it! Thanks for sharing! Methinks you should add a dance floor to the house, too, while the construction guys are there. Then you could make your OWN dance mix. ; )
I love that jitterbug! The black dress is nice too.
Encore! Loved the dancing and the rant!
First, I don't judge comments and emails and texts--if I even notice, I blame it on autocorrect or rushing. I make TONS of errors in typing, so I can't judge (but, boy, I do in stuff that's published. Or from people who are in the process of irritating me. You know.)
We do have a place we can dance at home: our 8' x 30' front porch. We can move the porch furniture, put down some cornmeal (haven't tried that, but I'm guessing we could later sweep it onto the lawn for the birds, maybe?), and dance. There are electrical outlets out there for music, plus ceiling fans (although those would get in the way if we forgot about them). Perfect!
Peg, I wish you could find a way to dance anyway. Maybe chair dancing--we know someone who's been in a wheelchair all her life who used to go dancing all the time. Of course, there's hardly anywhere to go dancing any more unless you're 22. .. .
Funny you noticed that, Mo--the minimalist movements. When people ask us about country dancing, we try to explain that it's not about broad movements. Your hips move very little, and your feet are very controlled. The new young country dancers are all over the place and regularly kick the crap out of your ankles and shins with that little side kick they love so much. So not country--back in the day, that kind of thing would have gotten you shot.
Very cute!
Love it! You two live Life ( with a capital " L") ...and enjoy it to the fullest! Free and beautiful spirits! Love the dancing. I know life Things and Aggravations try to squeeze in...I love to read your blog all about that...but you do a really good job of just " giving them the boot". I haven't posted anything in a while, but still read and thoroughly enjoy your blog. Thanks for the smile today! (Also, to the EGE: looking good!)
I love seeing you dance with Earl, it always makes me happy.
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