From the original post: 2008-05-18 16:17:56.0 I can’t sing. Never could, never will. I’ve accepted it. You’ve heard the one about the child in the... |

From the original post: 2008-05-18 16:17:56.0 I can’t sing. Never could, never will. I’ve accepted it. You’ve heard the one about the child in the... |
Posted: May 22, 08 9:19am
I can’t sing. Never could, never will. I’ve accepted it. You’ve heard the one about the child in the church choir w...
Although I have done choreographed dancing in various stage productions, I don't count dancing as one of my skills. However, my daughter and I have signed up for a hip hop dance class this summer. Should be interesting at the very least.
Posted: May 23, 08 8:48pm
Foxy's - was there two weeks ago - had a "Wreck of the Rhone" - should have been called the Wreck of the Rum - three kin...
Can't believe you were just at Foxy's. The Wreck of the Rhone sounds even more lethal than Painkillers
Posted: May 23, 08 9:23pm
I can’t sing. Never could, never will. I’ve accepted it. You’ve heard the one about the child in the church choir w...
Not much of a dancer myself (rhythm challenged, tendency to dance to the melody rather than the beat).
However Spuff is on to something with the synchronicity thing (no heat though). Once long ago I was out with my MIL. Some 'old guy' asked me to dance. She accepted for me, so I got up. He turned out to be an accomplished ballroom type dancer and whisked me about the floor in an impressive manner. Upon his returning my stunned self to the table my MIL said to me "I didn't know you could dance like that!". "Me neither!" I replied.
I have had the same experience a couple of times with cowboy types and western swing style dancing. (which I don't know how to do either)
It's cool when it happens though. ;-D
Posted: May 23, 08 10:08pm
On a business trip to Houston years ago (remember "Urban Cowboy" days?), we started drinking Margaritas at lunch, rented...
V Wo,
Your Gilley's story reminded me of the TGI Friday's on Greenville Avenue in 1970s Dallas, TX. Back then Friday's was not a family restaurant. Anyway, there was this giant chicken from an old carousel in the club.
No weekend night was complete until some girl "rode the chicken".