I went to a dance with Jeannie last Saturday night. Other than the dances sponsored by the health club, where I took my dance lessons five years ago, this is the first dance I've attended since high school.
It was swing dance held in an airplane hangar containing vintage aircraft. It was Forties themed and lots of people showed up in vintage clothing and army or navy uniforms. It was fun just to dance with a live fourteen piece orchestra. I also enjoyed watching the couples who were really good at dancing. I couldn't believe how smooth people were when performing really complicated moves.
People always like to suggest that dancing is a lot like human relationships. I supposed it is. I got my foot stepped on, I forgot more moves than I remembered, we got out of rhythm, at least once I spun my partner a little too hard in the wrong direction, my partner tried to lead, I led poorly on occasion and I got too sweaty at least once. When it was good, for a microsecond it felt like two people moving as one. Yup, sounds vaguely like marriage to me. I wish I was good at it. I know ... practice, practice, practice.
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I agree, I have always thought dancing was a lot like relationships in that I often am out of step and seem to move around the floor of relationships with a white man's overbite!
I regularly play trumpet in swing band and we've played an aviation museum just as you describe. I love to play the music and I love to watch the dancers. Whenever we play, even when she isn't there, I catch glimpses of my lover Jamie as she moves among the dancers, steps and twirls, as she moves to the music, as she smiles at me, encourages me, and laughs. I'm transported to that time and place and know that we will, forever, have a perfect moment together there, frozen in time.