I’m gonna give up honky tonkin one more time
Should we go out?
Since we’ve been sick and all. Maybe we shouldn’t.
I don’t know. Let’s see how we feel.
Right, we have a babysitter lined up.
What do you think, go out, stay in?
Go out; are they going to go?
Yes, they said so.
Wait, no they can’t.
Wait, yes they can.
Ok. Let’s go.
I didn’t want to just drop right in on where we are standing in the middle of the dance floor at Mimi’s and Vanessa is belting out “Jones on the jukebox and you on my mind,” and the usual nondescript room is now livened up by the paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling left over from a wedding and the mom and daughter are skimming across the dance floor each taking turns with the stag who lifts his feet in a slight kick back and never misses a beat with his porkpie hat cocked to the side. Vanessa’s voice is sounding opulent tonight having had a rest while she nursed the germs we have all shared one too many times around here. Dave’s base is strumming between two guitars. And I’m feeling like I want to be twirled and I’m dancing with someone who wants to twirl and we’re all just have a fabulous time.
This morning:
I’m gonna give up honky tonkin one more time.
November 30th, 2011 at 5:25 pm
I love this stream of consciousness…your words are so fluid! No wonder I keep coming back.
November 30th, 2011 at 6:52 pm
So sweet – thanks Alice. I have yet to read your travel log but I peruse the titles as they come across. I’m behind on all of my own reading – literally I have not read a novel in a month with all that is going on here and that is not like me – I usually am reading two books at a time. Hopefully things will slow down a little bit here for me to catch up.