We had a smashing time at the ball on Friday night. No, please don't interpret that as We got smashed. It was a cash bar and we opted out. But we had a fantastic time!!
The food was good (I know I'm getting old when the food is the first thing I bring up), company at our table was interesting, but the band was GREAT. I don't know who they were - some local group - but they did a really great Prince. We stayed for several songs (a mix of 70's through 90's), but didn't dance. I'm a fart that way. Hunny kept trying to get me out on the floor, but I really enjoy watching the crowd. I was amazed when the entire dance floor was doing the Electric Slide (Hunny had to tell me what that was) in unison. It was a beautiful thing.
I enjoyed watching the older couples (see, those "older" couples are just a little older than me) dance their hearts out to the 70's stuff. And when they did Play That Funky Music, I was in heaven. Not because I really like that song, but just to watch everyone out there enjoying themselves tremendously, singing the entire time. Mmm. Just something about it.
I do not like to dance. not one bit. I love music and I love to move, but that's where it stops. But I love to watch other people enjoy themselves! Silly things, like video games - I love to watch other people play video games if they're enjoying themselves, even though I have zero interest. I don't know if that's considered voyeuristic or what. But it's an entrancing thing to see others so obviously caught up in something that fulfills them. Is that so wrong?
So yes, out 16th anniversary was wonderful. And yes, I was kissed. And no, I can't give any further details. :)
Until I write again ...