Gordon's Story, Part 5


Karen and I went totally wild on the dance floor, moshing about and dancing the Charleston and bopping all over the room. I've never heard such a good solid set of music at a dance as I did just now, and I've never had so much fun dancing at a dance. Within minutes we ran back to the table to dump off my jacket and her high heels, and then we just started dancing like fiends. We were bouncing off of pillars and off of each other, we made small two-person conga lines, and we did a little bit of tango. She tap danced, something she said she hadn't done since junior high, and one of the songs made me get down on the floor and breakdance, something I haven't done since third grade. Almost none of her classmates were on the floor with us, though. Wendy and Paul just sat back and watched, and only a few others ever came on the hardwood. That didn't matter much to me, though; we were dancing maniacally. At one point we were skanking like mad, and I remembered that the song was one I heard at the concert where I met Cheryl some years back, and I tried to push the nostalgia out of my mind. I mean, there I was with a beautiful girl having a lot of fun; why bring myself down? When Karen and I saw the real DJ angrily walking back into the room, throwing the assistant aside and finally playing some slow music, we finally realized how exhausted we were.
	by Brian Tivol

Karen and I went totally wild on the dance floor, moshing about and dancing the Charleston and bopping all over the room. I've never heard such a good solid set of music at a dance as I did just now, and I've never had so much fun dancing at a dance.

Within minutes we ran back to the table to dump off my jacket and her high heels, and then we just started dancing like fiends. We were bouncing off of pillars and off of each other, we made small two-person conga lines, and we did a little bit of tango. She tap danced, something she said she hadn't done since junior high, and one of the songs made me get down on the floor and breakdance, something I haven't done since third grade.

Almost none of her classmates were on the floor with us, though. Wendy and Paul just sat back and watched, and only a few others ever came on the hardwood. That didn't matter much to me, though; we were dancing maniacally.

At one point we were skanking like mad, and I remembered that the song was one I heard at the concert where I met Cheryl some years back, and I tried to push the nostalgia out of my mind. I mean, there I was with a beautiful girl having a lot of fun; why bring myself down?

When Karen and I saw the real DJ angrily walking back into the room, throwing the assistant aside and finally playing some slow music, we finally realized how exhausted we were.

by Brian Tivol