I have to say, next to having to re-write this blog cause the first one went into cyberspace somewhere (think that could be the same place all my socks went?), is the fact that there are rarely enough men to dance with! Other than last night when fewer women came out to dance due to bad roads, the weekend was a bust as far as dancing goes.

We went to Ras#1’s office Christmas party and I think there were maybe 2 men who could do even a modicum of couples dance, so we got in 2, maybe 3 dances each. As usual (you probably guessed it) we ended up at the usual honky tonk hoping to add a few more dances to our evening. Big disappointment there! Again, there were about 2 guys there who can do any couples dancing, one of which indicated he had retired from dancing (said it was a long story) and the other oftentimes too much of a pain to bother getting on the dance floor (I don’t like that song, it’s too fast, it’s too slow, too many people on the dance floor, not in the mood, yada yada yada). Once again, we leave early, dissatisfied and disappointed. I even have male friends who admit that men who do dance have a distinct advantage with women, yet they still aren’t motivated to learn to dance themselves. Would someone please explain that to me? So, all you men out there, please come out and dance if you know how, or take some lessons if you don’t. We need you and you won’t be sorry. And, if you are out there and know how to dance already, please move to Boise, or at least come for a very long visit?

The “Ras Girls”

Who would ever have thought that dancing could be dangerous! Not to mention what happened to Misty Trainer, dancing can be dangerous to even the average everyday dancer. There we were, Friday night at our usual Honky Tonk, trying to get in just one good two-step (sometimes expectations can just run too high!). Unfortunately that was not in the cards that night and after a couple of mediocre west coat swings, we took to the dance floor for some free-styling. HOLEY MOLEY!

The floor was full of swing dancers (I use that term loosely) all of whom seemed to have no clue about, let alone desire, watching where they were moving themselves or their partner on the dance floor. If we hadn’t been paying attention ourselves, we would surely have been decked numerous times. Even after shoving one guy I know fairly well to avoid having my feet crushed, he continued to failed to take appropriate measures to occupy only his designated space. Then there what some other guy (I’m assuming, for his sake, was inebriated) who kept throwing himself onto the ground and flailing wildly. The fact that not of those blind swing dancers accidentally stepped on and crushed his sorry head was a true miracle. After a couple of those danger-ridden, damage–avoidin, free-style dances, we were forced to call it quits for the night. And, sad to say once again, the cheeseburger we shared was the highlight of our night!

So please, all you leaders, remember……..it is your responsibility to make sure no-one is in the dancing path of you or your partner! It makes dancing so much more enjoyable when you don’t have to spend your time doing damage control!