UK Soon!

I’m clubbing  tonite, if listening to club music radio show and shaking my hips to Prince music and ‘We are family’, (hey Monday is Motown Monday!) counts, and of course it does. A warm bed and my Shakespeare book and the mojo working is waaaaaay closer to any clubbin in south dakota.

We walked to town this afternoon to have a coffee with Ellie, and a saxophone man was doing a version of,”where or when..”, so of course I stood there and sang for him as he played,” the smile you were smiling you were smiling then, but I  don’t know where or when…some things that happen for the first time, seem to be happening again…” so of course party poopers Russ and Csaba  wanted to cross on the green light, but I did need the money, I am getting low, and I would have stood there with the slightest encouragement and sang along in American accent to his British sax.  what a dream day it would have been..but I had no idea where we were headed to meet Ellie, so I left my fate and crossed on green sad but true.

The holiday decorations are up over the narrow lanes and it got dark early and it was so beautiful. I felt the Christmas in the city elf in me come back after all those years..she is still asleep in me, how cool is that?

I could have sang my socks off as Cheryl Cole says on X Factor. My first occupational dream as a young girl was to be a baseball announcer, then a first baseman on the White Sox, then a back up dancer for the Supremes, but I didn’t realize that dream, yet! I would go dance the second somebody asked me.

Russ got us cups of coffee with two handles, like Alice  in Wonderland would swim in if it were the teacup. It was so much fun. It poured rain later on, but thru the holiday lights it was still magical and I hated for it to end. They told me I could walk home, but I was getting not so magically cold and wet so the bus looked pretty magical at that moment.

Alright Matt, here is another going to the bookstore when we didn’t have a Borders in town yet story. Mind you, it was  364 miles on way!!!

Brookie  and I had plans to head out Saturday early in morning and trade off sleeping and driving. We waved goodbye to Russ at the house and told him we would see him tomorrow.

Trouble was that when I got off  work Friday at midnite at the psych unit, Brooke was nowhere to be  found, so I didn’t sleep if at all. At some point I found a note that she had,’gone camping”.  So who can sleep when I think plans are already a mess and she thinks all is going to go like clockwork.

She evidently got home early enough for us to start out, and it was pouring rain kinda Saturday morning, like one would really be way better off in bed with the covers over one’s head.

Brooke and I were the Bicker sisters.  We would have round and round bickering and once while we talked long distance to Russ in England, we argued about how we didn’t argue, until Russ told us we were arguing.

We  would always end up laughing and teasing each other, and Brookie said,”listen, you’re a  B, I’m a B, let’s just deal with it.”

So her way of dealing with it was to say she was fine and got enough sleep to make the trip, and before we were 3 blocks  off, in front of Wendy’s for anybody who knows where we live, she had reclined the  seat and said she was going to sleep now…

I just happened to mention that since she had gone camping and I wasn’t sure if she remembered the plan and trip at all, that I hadn’t’ slept much and we had 6 hours to go and we were both tired. So kept her seat reclined and I drove in the cold cold rain.

It was grey, almost beige day, and pretty awful, each mile was getting longer and longer, we really weren’t groovin down the road in any sense of the world, Car Talk  on NPR  just seemed incredibly irritable  and annoying.

We didn’t even get to Wall, 50 miles away,and really the next town, and I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. I took an exit, I-90 ended to a total stop at that exit and pointed into a cornfield. I parked the car and told Brooke I really needed to sleep too, I was  incredibly tired.

So we had to give up the goat and actually agree on something-we were going home. Our big fun weekend lasted 50 miles. We  bedraggled ourselves back home. Russ was surprised to see us at 1pm Saturday early afternoon, “I thought you guys were going to be gone until tomorrow.” Then we both went to get some sleep.

THE END //so that was one of our adventures of going to the nearest bookstore which just happened to be  365 miles away in Sioux Falls.

Club music on radio is now Michael Jackson singing,’Wanna be startin’ something’, we used to rollerskate  to this when the kids were little, and I would chaperon at the rink, and Thriller  had come out and I would get really going on Billy Jean, and also David Byrne’s.’Burning down the House’. it is a wonderful I didn’t kill myself skating into a concrete block wall of that roller rink on Deadwood Avenue. We sure had fun.

Think of all the years of not dancing that I still have to make up for when I move here! scary, but I know I can do it. yee ha.