Friday night, after my private dance lesson with Mario Robau, Ras #2 and I headed down to “Shorty’s”, another Boise Honky Tonk. Not long after we got there, practically all of the other dancers’ dispersed. As usual, Ras #2 and I were left standing there, looking at each other. Just as we were deciding what to do a gentleman walked up and asked if he could West Coast Swing dance with me. Now, having had this happen before, I did not know what to expect, so I headed to the dance floor a bit apprehensive.

Much to my delight, not only was the gentleman, aka Robert, a wonderful dancer, it turns out that he is also a great guy! Ras #2 and I spent the entire evening (and weekend) dancing with him. We took turns, so we got a break. He, on the other hand, or should I say foot, must have been exhausted! He never complained and just kept dancing. The band was good, the DJ was better, and we had the whole dance floor to ourselves. What more can a dancing girl ask for! Seems that he was in town for the Mario Robau workshop, and heard that Shorty’s was where the dancers’ would be hanging out. Once again, dancers’ all speak the same language.

Thank you, Robert for the best Friday dance night I have had in a really long time!

Dancing on the Cruise

Well……last night was one of those…….shall we say wasted dance night? There we were……first night back at the honky tonk following our limited dancing cruise…..in our sassy dresses/skirts……primed to dance the night away……looking forward to dancing till our feet hurt! Think again!!! Many of the local dancers were out of town at a dance festival/workshop in Tahoe….the place was brimming with numerous drinking fools who haven’t yet figured out the dance floor is for dancing…..not drinking! I left my table for just a moment……came back to have a long drink from a cold one we (obviously not big drinkers) had just purchased, and……………no beer! What the??? As I was frantically searching through all the beer bottles (not ours) on the table, the guy at the next table indicated one of those previously mention fools had picked up our beer and was drinking it as we spoke. I marched right over….grabbed that beer from his hot little hand ..just as it was about to touch his lips,,,,,, informed him that was not his beer…. and sat back down at the table with our beer…..now tainted by the lips of some buffoon! What to do! Well……..in the interest of monetary preservation…..we cleaned it up and finished it off! There were a couple of guys there who could dance (of course, competition was great with all the other women dancers), so we did get a couple of dances in. I only got one 2-step, however. Asked a guy in the next room who I knew can 2-step…who proceeded to tell me he was with a girlfriend (not really so, but not worth arguing). I said it’s only 3 minutes of your life and he said I had to check with her…..which I did…then indicated to him that it was now only 2 minutes of his life. So…got my one 2-step in. Danced a few other dances and did some free-styling with the girls. Finally decided we’d had enough, ordered our usual hamburger from the stand outside and called it quits. Oh mymymymy……those hamburgers are heavenly (actually only 1/2 – we share to avoid too many additions to the love handles)!! Have to admit……………….it was the best part of the whole night…….bar none!!

Well………………tonight’s another night! Maybe we’ll hit the piano bar and dazzle them with our voices…….or not!