Himself and I have actually been socialising lately. On Friday night we went into town with some of my colleagues from Previous School and had a lovely dinner. I had hoped there might be dancing but we had to leave fairly early to pick up the BA from her boyfriend's place (I can't believe that statement is part of my life now).
But all was not lost......there was Sunday.
On Sunday, Himself was heading to the Yacht Club to take a few shots at a social, fundraising event. I was supposed to be going in to work but, he asked me so nicely and, after all, he doesn't ask me often!
Unfortunately, the Club Secretary had been away and publicity for the event had been left until the last moment, resulting in a rather meagre turn out. In addition, a regional SLSC carnival was in full swing at the next beach, significantly reducing any available parking in the area. Consequently, the impressive musical line up had an audience of approximately twenty! Still, this had its advantages. After all, if you want to 'dance like there's nobody watching', it's usually best if there's as few people watching as possible!
Sometimes I don't understand how people can listen to music and sit still. It is virtually impossible for me. Does this make me ADD? Hyperactive? Probably! Someone once asked if I could 'speak' without using my hands; actually their exact words were "If we cut off your hands, would you be mute?"
The response from the other side of the Law Library was, "No, you'd have to wire her jaw."
Unkind I thought. :-)
But I digress: there is some music I just cannot sit still to and the band on Sunday knew most of it! There were blues, jazz and rockabilly. There were classics, rock and lounge: 'Route 66', 'Summertime', 'Is You Is or Is You Ain't My Baby', 'Jelly Baby', 'Dancin' Cheek To Cheek', 'Cry Me A River', 'Autumn Leaves', 'Green Onions', it went on and on! I was 'In Heaven'!! It didn't help that one of our yachtie friends is a rock and roll dancer and decided to try and teach me the cha-cha and the Lindy Hop!!!! I was a willing, if inept, student but more importantly it got me in the mood for dancing.
Which brings me to my 'Full Body Shot'. I asked Himself to try and get some shots of Yachtie Dancer and I, silhouetted against the afternoon sun. Instead, he waited until Yachtie Dancer had departed for his weekly Rock and Roll dance and I was blythely dancing away to myself, as the remaining 15 audience members gazed out onto the pond like ocean, totally unconcerned by a) the musical offerings of the excellent band and b) the ludicrous gyration of 'moi'.
Later that night I scrutinised the shots and couldn't help but be reminded of these:
I'm pretty sure you can see the resemblance?
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