Cutting a Rug

It is true, I was cutting a rug with the senior citizens at their dance last weekend. It may be kind of hard to imagine my dancing ability and senior citizens, but pretty much we were awesome. My grandma is 91 and when she invited my brother and I down to the dance, I knew I would be getting a good work out in. If you know my grandma you know she is a whirlwind of energy. If you've never been to a senior citizen dance I would highly recommend it. (It really and truly was fun. The people there actually can dance, it was kind of fun to do more than just the old side to side shuffle.) There was even a high school kid who told me he comes every week just to learn to dance better, and I must admit he can dance a mean two step.
The dance started at 8:00 p.m. and as we walked in we were met by this 76 year old woman, who wanted to dance with my brother right away. My grandma put her right in her place, and let her know that he came to the dance with us and would first be dancing with us. Poor kid, he can't help he's a lady killer. We soon got into the groove as the band began to play, " There's a tear in my beer." ( A great oldie that we were all still humming the next day.) The band was really getting into it, and everyone was a twirling and a whirling. I learned some new moves with the two step and waltz and then "ding" 9:00 o'clock hit and everyone stopped and went to the back to sit, visit, and eat snacks. It was then I knew this was my kind of dance. After snacks we danced till 10:00 and then everyone grabbed their coats and headed for the door. (This is also my kind of short, sweet activity.)
The whole weekend was delightful, especially since I have the heart of a small town girl and being back in a small town dancing with good old folks, eating at the soda fountain/variety store, visiting with family, and driving around in the country all bring joy to my small town heart.