I went swing dancing on Friday; not an unusual thing. I love the sport. That evening I wore a wrap-around, jersey-knit dress and looked dern cute. A partner and I entered an endurance competition for fun. An endurance competition starts with music of average tempo. The tempo gets faster as the dancing continues, and faster and faster and faster. If you poop out, you take yourself out. If you lose beat or lack energy then a judge will tap you out. The music just keeps going until only one couple remains. My partner and I were left with only one other couple. After a while, my partner pooped out. My first thought was, "Ah, bummer, we could have beaten them!" My second thought was, "Oh well, that was fun." I turned to my partner, thanked him and said 'good job, that was a long time, you are awesome…' with other similar comments. Then I turned a little further and saw myself in the mirror…with a completely opened dress! My inside tie came undone, apparently. There was a safety pin at the top to keep it closed…but that turned out to be the only part to remain so! Pretty sure that's why my partner stopped. Oh, thank you!
After telling my Dad the story…and then waiting for the laughing to cease, he made the comment, "So, you didn't win the endurance comp, but sounds like you won the striptease." Ha. Thanks DadJ
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