WARNING: TO THE FAINT-HEARTED, HUMORLESS, DISDAINFUL, OR ENVIOUS AMONGST YOU--THE REST OF THIS POST CONTAINS PHOTOGRAPHS WHICH MAY DISTRESS, UPSET, OR ANGER YOU, OR LEAVE YOU FEELING DEPRESSED THAT YOU, TOO, HAVEN'T RETIRED AND FOUND THE COHONES (A LEGAL TERM MEANING, WELL YOU PROBABLY KNOW WHAT THAT TERM MEANS IF YOU'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR) TO RISK LOOKING AND ACTING AND BEING TREATED LIKE A FOOL (OR AN INTERESTING CHARACTER) ON THE DISCO DANCE FLOOR . IF YOU ARE SUBJECT TO ATTACKS OF SUCH FEELINGS, WITHOUT WARNING, PLEASE READ AND LOOK NO FURTHER. INSTEAD, PROCEED TO YOUR NEAREST EMERGENCY ROOM OR DISCO-TECH FOR FURTHER EVALUATION AND TREATMENT, AND READ/LOOK NO FURTHER.
A few days ago, I found some photos that one of the Young Women who Dared to Dirty Dance with Grandude had posted on her Facebook public Profile page. To my pleasant surprise, they included 17 photographs by her girlfriends of her dirty dancing with me, the Dancin' Old Grandude.
I was wearing a light olive green tee-shirt with "Occidental Gypsies" on the front, which I had purchased that night at The Buttonwood Tree ("TBT"), where I earlier that evening had heard a performance by the group "The Occidental Gypsies." I posted a video clip on "Bob's blog" showing the back of me dancing at that performance, in my dark blue "Aloha Hawaii Kawaii" tee shirt, before I bought the Occidental Gypsies tee-shirt. Before moving from TBT to the Mezzo Grille disco, I changed into the Occidental Gypsies tee-shirt. Here are a few of the 17 photos from that first night at the Mezzo disco, the rest of which can be seen if you Friend me on Facebook.
If you want to see the rest of the 17 photos of my first night on the Mezzo disco dance floor, you'll have to Friend me on my Facebook page, and then you can see all the photos. Here's where my FB page is: http://www.facebook.com/RobertPDutcher
Now if you're wondering, "Isn't Bob kinda' Losing It by acting this way?!", I need to explain something to you. Now that I'm going to a black church, Zion First Black Baptist in Middletown, which is best-characterized as a "praise service" church, I finally understand that it's God who gets me up each morning. I have little to do with it. And God who gives me the energy to write this blog and dance and do what I have to do to make sure Susie's taken care of from her bicycle crash and all that jazz.
But I don't know, maybe you do, if God'll decide to get me up tomorrow morning. So today, just for today, and to praise God for giving me another day on this wonderful earth, I'm going to experience all the joy, and pain, that life can bring us. Every day. Today and, if I'm lucky, tomorrow.
Below is a quotation from the earlier "Bob's blog" post about the first night I went to dance at the Mezzo disco, on July 16, 2011, following a concert by The Occidental Gypsies at The Buttonwood Tree, just so you can, if you wish, refresh your memory about what how I described that first night on the dance floor and see if I was jiving you then or telling it straight. So, here it was, just as I wrote it, in my July 22, 2011 "Bob's blog" post:
And I quote:
"So, without further ado, here's a link to what might be called, for want of a better title, "Bob, the Dancin' Fool, filmed accidentally at The Occidental Gypsies' TBT concert":
Now remember, because I only got the runner-up award, you have to scroll half-way down the linked page to get to the second-prize-winner, your faithful correspondent, Grandude.
And this little performance is nothing compared with The Dancin' Fool's infamous performance at the Mezzo Grill's disco, much later on the night of July 16 and detailed but, alas, without video proof, in my Bob's blog entry of July 22, 2011, to wit:
Saturday--attended a Buttonwood Tree performance by Occidental Gypsies, an excellent instrumental and singing group. Then went to Mezzo Grill where I experienced for the first time the amazing Caribbean-inspired gigantic deck and bar area, followed by dancing in the upstairs disco, which had a really good black DJ from NYC. As the only 61-year-old, uninhibited "old" man in the place, other than the bouncers, and also the only man in the club not on the lookout for picking up anyone, being a happily married man, I danced for two hours, from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m., with lots of people coming up to me to dance, mostly young women but also some guys whose girlfriends would not come out onto the dance floor. I did have young men, white and black, coming up to me and offering to buy me drinks, although I'd had one beer in the outside area and only wanted water, which they got for me. The question I mostly got asked by these guys, the white guys, that is, is, "Who ARE you?" i.e., how are you so free and uninhibited with that graying beard of yours. When I explained that I'm a 61-year-old, happily married man, with four kids and a grandson, and internally very free after retiring from my 35-year-straight-jacket, but interesting, career as a trial lawyer, they fully understood and gave me high-fives, forearm bumps, and closed fist bumps, with smiles on their faces. My advice to anyone who wants to do what I do on a dance floor when I'm all alone is this--just dance, let people come up to you to dance, make absolutely no attempt to ask anyone their name, tell them your name, or make any small talk, and keep your hands TOTALLY to yourself, and the message comes across, LOUD AND CLEAR, that you're there to DANCE and HAVE A BLAST, not pick anyone up. No problems then ensue. None at all. Just one heck of a fun time for an "old" grandude. Of course, when I saw Susie at Apple Rehab the next day, I tell all the details of what I've done, and she just gets a kick out of it." END OF QUOTE FROM July 22, 2011 "Bob's blog" post.