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Friday, September 12, 2008

Date Night - A Rare Occasion

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It was time.  We hadn't been out for a fun evening - just Big Bear and me - since I can't remember when.  So, when our neighbor, who is also a singer in a band, invited us to the local country club (we're not members) where he was going to be playing, we jumped at the opportunity.

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What you need to know about our neighbor, Pat, is that he is one cool cat.  He has a nice lawn too! 

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Bob and I had no idea he was so good.  I mean - these guys are really great.  They rocked down the house!  The music they played was classic Rock-n-Roll.  Yeah, man.  My kinda music! 

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See, I told you he was a cool cat.  Now he just needs a black hat and he'll look just like one of the Blues Brothers.

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These guys rocked the night away.  Of course it was only from 7pm to 10pm, but hey, people have got to get home to their teenagers before they burn down the house.

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Before I took 2 sips of sweet tea, this menopausal, middle-aged, old fogey crowd was up and dancin' their hineys off.

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Of course, the night included Janet, Pat's wife, and our lovely neighbor, ripping up the floor.  Nice skirt, Janet.  I'm not sure that skirt would do anything for me, but it sure looks good on you.

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I mean, if my husband were a singer in a band, you can bet I'd be ripping up somebody's floor and following him to every gig.  And I'd probably be wearing a skirt too.

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Yeah, baby!  WooHoo!  ARE WE HAVIN' FUN YET PEOPLE?!!!

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Of course, no date night would be complete unless we tracked down the resident Pink Flamingo.

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Okay guys, you're just having way too much fun.  I didn't know the dancin' crowd could join the band?  What's up with that anyway?

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Well my goodness, she's singin' with him too?  She must be buzzed.

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Actually, maybe it's me who has the buzz.  What was in that tea?  Does that dance floor look crooked to you?

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Okay, already.  I pulled my big hiney out of the pool chair and I'll do a little jig with all the other old fogey, country club type on the dance floor.

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She's dancin' - dancin' - dancin' the night away, that girl is dancin' - dancin'...  Oh, sorry, he's singing something from the Beatles I think.  Wrong decade.  Sorry.

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I look absolutely ridiculous out there.  And to think I used to be so hot at one time. 

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I mean really hot stuff I was.  I could burn up the floor.  Nope.  Not anymore.  I look like I have a cramp in this picture.

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Oh my!  I have company!  Big Bear is going to tear up the dance floor with me. 

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You don't have to say a thing.  I already know.  We look like we're on the verge of a stroke.  What a bunch of nuts we all are pretending to be 20 again.  I mean, who do we think we are anyway?  John Travolta and Olivia Newton John?  Come on!

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Check out those moves.  Shake it baby. 

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I must admit, Pat and his band Roc Dox gave us a night to remember.

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It is definitely time to go home, though.  My feet hurt, my hips are killing me, my pants are starting to fall down from all the jigglin'.  I don't care.  Nothin' that 3 Advil won't cure. 

Can we do this again?

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