Dance!

Tuesday night Paul and I went to see Michael Flatley's Lord of The Dance. It was everything I expected and more.

Paul and I dressed up for the occassion because it's fun. It's not really a requirement to dress up when you go see a play at the Orpheum here in Memphis. Some people wear jeans and a t-shirt, but we rarely get to dress in our nice clothes with work and school so we take advantage of a "night on the town."
There is something about dressing up that brings the gentleman out of Paul. He opens the door for me, holds his arms differently when he walks, and even has a different expression on his face... I almost expect a:

"Pardon me ma-dam, may I take your arm and escort you?"

And I would reply: "Why I do declare, you certainly may you handsome devil you."

These are probably only things I would notice about Paul.

We had really good seats and an awesome view of the stage in the orchestra seating area but closer to the back. I was a little worried about someone sitting in front of us but we were lucky enough to be sitting in a row behind the ONLY row where no one else sat.

When the house lights dimmed and the colorful stage lights began flashing, a surge of excitement went through me. The fancy, phenomenal footwork, lightning fast tap dancing in perfect synchronization, and the amazing singing, flute playing, and violin playing was absolutely awesome!

The only real annoyance of the evening was the man and woman sitting behind us. They were an older couple, probably in there late 50's or so. They were definitely feeling the need to groove and he couldn't seem to control his legs. They were moving all over and banging up against my chair. I was torn between what I should do. Should I turn around and ask this man to stop it? Or, should I just allow him to enjoy the child-like independence he was experiencing? I understand this man's need to tap. The music and dancing that was ocurring on stage caused a deep need to boogie deep within my own soul. How could I interfere?

I finally just did a side look. You know, where you don't really look at the person behind you but you look to the side and pull a face like..."could you please stop hitting my chair you annoying person??" I've done this look at movie theatres all over the country and trust me, it works.

It was a great night.