December 5 Night out. Did you have a night out with friends or a loved one that rocked your world? Who was there? What was the highlight of the night?
Right around the time I finished patting myself on the back for successfully completing this year’s NaBloPoMo challenge, I ran across Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009 list for posts in December. I’ve decided to jump in whenever one of the days’ topics intrigues me.
Today’s request to share a “night out” memory struck me, particularly since I’m spending tonight very decidedly in, considering we’re hosting a couple of Soccer Boy’s friends for a sleepover and some of DD1’s friends for movie night. And, nights like this represent much more of the norm around here than do the occasional glittery night out.
I considered a few moments in 2009–the charity events, the ladies’ nights out. I enjoyed all of those evenings, but “rocked my world”? No, probably not.
Then it came to me. My best night out happened almost by accident during the cruise we took with our extended family back in October. The ship featured a “main street” shopping area. One night as we made our way toward the casino, we noticed something different in the air. Before we knew it the strains of YMCA made it obvious that we had stumbled onto the 70s-themed dance party.
Adventure Guy has not been much of a dancer since a rather unfortunate incident in a dance club back in the 90s (who knew he’d be so sensitive to a little constructive criticism regarding his signature stomping move?). As a result, I don’t get the opportunity to dance very often. That night, though, not only did I find myself in the mood to dance, but I had a willing partner–my mother-in-law.
Leaving our reluctant husbands behind, we danced in the street to YMCA. We did the electric slide. We ogled the cruise director and other staff members in their skimpy Village People outfits. We laughed. We did the bump and embarrassed our children (well in her case her children and grandchildren!).
And then, it was over almost as quickly as it had begun. The crowds dispersed, and we made our way on through the ship. But I’ll remember what that felt like–dancing like we just didn’t care–that night that literally rocked my world, 70s-style!