My entry for this week’s challenge:
Once, We Won a Contest
Somewhere, in a box, tucked away out of sight, is a medal with the likeness of Elvis Presley on it. Every so often in a fit of de-cluttering or a demented desire to relive the past I’ll stumble across it, and when I do the same thing always happens.
I think back to the night we went to the theatre and wound up winning a dance competition.
We were so young then! Still in our twenties. A young child at home with a babysitter while we went out on the town. With some friends we’d decided to indulge in a little culture. I laugh now at how absolutely foolish we must have seemed.
But, we sure looked good. All of us thin and in our primes. New shoes, new outfits — all on credit of course, because we could only pretend to afford the lifestyle we were stepping out in to.
I don’t recall much about the play, it had something to do with a black, female blues singer, and was fairly light-hearted and full of toe-tapping tunes. Afterwards, there was a dance being held in the theatre with members of the cast. Maybe this was the final night of the play’s run, I don’t remember.
Well, we got into the drinks pretty quickly and soon all of our nerves and inhibitions were out the window. When the organizers announced that they were going to have a dance contest I grabbed my red-haired darling’s hand and pulled him out onto the dance floor. He resisted at first, but I wouldn’t be denied.
We jived, we gyrated, we twisted, we did the hop. We kicked, twirled, dipped and walked like Egyptians. And in the end, we won. I can remember laughing and gasping for breath as we were handed our medal. My husband and I were clinging tightly to one another, partly to keep ourselves from falling over, but more out of a sudden and compulsive need to keep touching.
At some point during the contest I remember a feeling of total abandonment coming over me. Our friends did not exist, our child at home was forgotten. The debts, the worries, and the squabbles that had come to define our relationship and our daily life seemed to be being ground into the floor beneath our feet as we danced. When I looked into his face I saw the love he had for me, the desire, the need, the want, and it was all I wanted.
We’ve never danced that way since, and this past Christmas when we attempted the Twist, we both just laughed, shook our heads and agreed not to try. Hand in hand we made our way back to our table, where we told our son and his wife the story of how once we won a medal for dancing.
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28 thoughts on “View from the Side’s weekend challenge — Dance”
What a wonderful post!
I danced right along with you!
My favorite part . . . when the world fell away and you existed solely in the present moment:
At some point during the contest I remember a feeling of total abandonment coming over me. Our friends did not exist, our child at home was forgotten. The debts, the worries, and the squabbles that had come to define our relationship and our daily life seemed to be being ground into the floor beneath our feet as we danced.
Be Here Now! 😀
Thank you — it’s one of my favorite memories — I even remember what we were wearing — someone told me my outfit looked like it was made out of couch fabric! I remember it as being quite lovely.
This is such a feel-good story. I’m smiling. And the best of it is, it sounds like you kept that love alive and danced through life together. That’s where you deserve a real award. And the twist? Chiropracter time.
We’ve been married 32 years — somedays it feels like its only been a heartbeat in time — others, well, lets just say time stands still.
I wondered if this was fiction or if it is autobiographical. Not that it matters, it’s a delightful piece.
Its a true story, thank you for stopping by.
What a lovely and cool story! Wonderful!
Thank you — I’m glad you enjoyed it.
This post had me smiling all the way through! What a beautiful, delightful memory to have 😀 – so well written too.
Hope you’ve had a great weekend my friend! (PS – I’m still smiling at this post)…
Thank you so much, Chloe. If you go to my blog roll you can follow the link there to View from the Side’s page.
Thank you so much 😀 😉 xx
Oh, I meant to say, please can you let me know the link for “View from the Sides” as I’m compiling a list of challenges for my blog.
Thanks honey xx
Kathy, this did for me what your dance did for you…it transported me right there. Well done – both for dancing with abandon and for telling it so well!!
Thank you Amy — it was so much fun writing this. Next time I find that medal I’ll take a picture and post it!
What a lovely story 🙂
Thanks Cindy, glad you enjoyed it.
all the endorphins, they can take you to new places. maybe this time if the two of you had persisted the feeling would have returned
Oh, I don’t know the knees and back just don’t seem be able to stand up to the abuse we used to put them through — LOL
What a lovely memory, Kathy, and a memento to cherish. A beautifully told story…
How wonderful to have experienced that brief time of total abandonment.
A lovely story.
Thank you, and thanks for stopping by.
a little gem of a story 😛
our happy face looks snarky – bad happy face, bad!
Thank you — LOL
A brilliant post Kathy…so glad I decided to check up on you. 🙂