She danced confidentially and comfortably with a gorgeous smile —her partner a still mostly filled martini Who hadn’t lost a drop.
You too, huh?
For me it was 1978, I was eleven years old and decked out in my stiff, black shirt, sharks tooth choker and white jeans when Cathy Green and I twirled our way to first place in the “dance fever” contest on an Ottawa public television station no less. Our cringe worthy musical selection included below.
The show was not boring but I hadn’t heard any song the performer was playing. Also, there were no hot cheeks beside, near, or around me. The friend who came with me must be devastated as he is handsome enough to score but what a luck. It was already couple of hours. I wasn’t enjoying the songs the…