just dance
On Halloween, John and I were going to our friends Jamie and Jon's wedding down in South Hadley, MA. (If you knew them, the date would make sense.) Being as poor as we are, the only nice clothes we had were blacks--he in a new suit he'd managed to save for, me in a black sundress I'd found on sale. He had a red tie, and I had a red sash. We looked pretty sharp, but John says, "It's a good thing this is a Halloween wedding because we look like we're going to a funeral." It was funny.
After dinner, the band starts playing and a few people get up to dance. The band's pretty good, playing a mix of those songs everybody knows and loves. Most of our table comprised of guy friends, save for Jen and I, remains seated. Talking, drinking. We laugh along with them a little while until John turns to me and says, "I drove a hundred miles do dance with you tonight, so we're gonna go dance." He takes my hand, draws me to the floor, and I have a thought about stereotypical role reversals. But just one because then I'm having too much fun.