um, ya I apparently don’t know how to just be in the moment, or enjoy a simple thing. I realize, that I may sometimes have the over analyze, suck the life approach. Why the hell do I do this? oh ya I’m really flawed. I think I need to learn how to open my big mouth and insert my foot into it, just so I don’t say something that will hurt someone else. I’m not very flexible that may be difficult, I wonder if I could insert someone else’s foot into said mouth.
I said yes, when my friend asked me if I wanted to go dancing at a downtown café in Denver. My friend assured me that there were lessons before hand, and you didn’t need a partner. I grew up listening to the greats, Count Basie, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Duke Ellington, Frank Sinatra, Glenn Miller, and Benny Goodman. But, until the night that I went dancing with my friend, I hadn’t fully appreciated what I loved listening too so much. The cover charge was seven dollars, and that included an hour of east cost swing lessons, and a live big band performance following, where I practiced what I had just learned in the lesson. It was a welcoming community of people those dancers. I met a few men that had been dancing for years, and said how exited they were that the young people were starting to really dance again. One gentleman in particular named Max, who, I noted, could kick his legs up higher than I could, and never seemed to tire. He danced every dance, and on that first n...
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