You know what, it really was a blast. There were about 60-70 people,
I'll bet. The place the dance was held is a local co-housing
neighbourhood, the barn is part of the commons. The group hosting it
was the local town historic/neighbourhood association. It's a weeny
little town. All different people from the post man to the mayor kind
of thing, lots of families. Local country band that painstakingly led
people through the steps until everybody was having fun and not
colliding into each other any more than they wanted too. It was pot
luck and you made a donation to the band. Everything was yummy. I, no
dummy, hit the desserts first. Homemade blueberry pie, angel food cake
with ripe strawberries, all different kind of fruity quick breads,
three different kinds of squidgy brownies (which are of course the
only kind worth eating)...*sigh* *discrete little burp*
The dancing was a lot of fun, (the Virginia Reel! C'mon, I know
everyone of you ladies had pictured yourself in your favourite fantasy
dress and done a reel in your head, am I right? Please tell me I'm
right.) There tended to be two groups, grown ups, and grown ups
shepherding little kids, which made it hysterically fun to watch.
Because Roy was shepherindg our little Taz, and Taz's friend Olga's
Daddy was sheperding HER, at one point both Daddies ended up
promenading each other. Let me tell you, there's a moment, watching
your husband do-si-do with your friend's husband, two little kids in
hand. Beautiful and funny, all in one.
And THEN, we came home, and got to watch out kid do sparklers on the
front walk. She was fascinated, it's the first time I've ever let her
hold them on her own. Making all kinds of designs in the air, rapt. It
was literally a glowing moment. And THEN, because you have to have
some spice to balance out the sweet, she took off into the grass to
"watch the boy fireflies say "kiss me, kiss me".