THE JOKE IS ON ME! | NO. 11
WHERE THE RUBBER MEETS THE FLOOR
I’m never one to shy away from an invitation fundraiser of favorite cause with great friends, and this one was no exception. Salsa dancing party, sure why not! Absolutely! In addition to supporting friends and organizations when I am able…I also love to dance. Ah, but to my own beat and with minimal instruction or formality. Of course, I had my dose of tap, ballet, jazz and some high school drill team (thank you Ross Perot, for No Pass, No Play!) experience and choreography. But all in all, I swing, shuffle, twirl and dance to my own beat.
Now, I am always up for some fun lessons, just don’t expect too much, too soon. This was a great evening with some awesome instructors. So saucy! The evening was casually spicy with everyone having a great time. I was able to feel super good because I found a pair of the most perfect shoes in an old bin, circa 2000’s…possibly earlier. Who knows, who cares they were prefect for this night. Black platform wide leather strap across the front, open toe and matching strap at the ankle with a buckle plus a thick chunky heel of tire like hard rubber and suede insole all for my festive comfort! I was pretty pumped up about my simple yet on point ensemble.
As you can imagine the dance pro’s are doing their thing, the evening is ramping up, participants are losing up to take their places on the dance floor and give the salsa thing a go. Okay, so if they can do it, I can do it. Off I go and following the lead of the dance diva’s…I’ve got this. Okay…feeling g-o-o-d!
Geez, they should’ve swept the dance floor a little better. Mambo, Rumba…okay, time out for me. As I make my way off the dance floor I stopped to get the rock or debris off the bottom of my shoe, like I stepped on some of that dance floor Debis and I can feel it when I walk. Ugh. Oh well…time together back out there! Argentine tango, Cha-Cha-Cha…okie dokie I need some hydration!
Well, there seems to be this thick black chunks of dirt everywhere now. Then I’m standing there with my drink, striking my vogue pose…I look down and this black like chunk substance seems to trail from the dance floor, back towards the bar and now at my feet. W-H-A-T?
Oh my goodness…it’s from me! It’s MY shoes! My circa whenever, been in a storage box through countless moves over the last, how ever many years are disintegrating right off my feet! Yup, how about that situation as a dancing diva.
Well, it’s time to hobble around gracefully to say the proper good byes and hightail it out the door. What an exit!
Ciao!
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