These are the thoughts of a Texas transplant in West Michigan who makes his living as a newspaper reporter by evening, and a struggling novelist by day.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

a hot time in the old town tonight

well, not in holland, anyway. still ahot time.

tonight was mig's 48th b-day extravaganza. a party was thrown in his honor in plainwell tonight. it was at the place where denise had her's last year. nice place, especially with los banits playing.

we headed down there with mark, which we were glad to have along for the ride and company. we were joined by steph and david at the table. we all squished together and chatted up.

mig and denise danced around near us when the music began. denise was her usual wild-time self. wouldn't have it any other way. the rest of us chilled.

but as luck would have it and request. i knew i had to produce. i had to do the jig i did last week while at steph and david's house. it was an irish jig. then there was the skating pantomime to think of, too.

after a few dances, denise motioned me to go up and dance. she's a good dancer. i am not. as it was pointed out by mark, "i didn't know you had white man blood in you." yes, i suppose i dance likea white boy. not my fault.

and so it turned out that the jig was on. denise and i started up and we did it in unison, to the chuckles at the table. later when steph and denise were up there doing some really cool dance moves, denise tapped me to go up and dance between them. well, i went up and did my 'white boy" thing. then the three of us did theirish jig. it was good. dawn sat patiently at the table with david and mark as her husband made a fool of himself. she's a good woman.

on another occasion, we were sitting and this older woman kept putting her hands on mark's shoulders. she did it repeatedly while she danced behind him. we urged him to get up and dance but he stayed at the table. turns out he didn't know who she was. it seemed she was into him. a match made in heaven. could've got lucky, old chap.

mig and denise were dancing on another occasion and she pulled me up. maybe it was one of the times i've alrady talked about. mig had to go piss badly. so he left us dancing. well, the song went on and on and on and on. my legs ere jelly and my "white boy" moves kicked in. lovely. thanks, mig.

good times, though. nothing like chilling with pals. dawn and i are lucky to have good friends who enjoy silliness.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yo bro, Happy Birthday ... :) Peg

1:30 AM


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