Paradise off Gate Parkway
I just danced a honky-tonk line dance to Bananarama's "Cruel Summer" in a club full of cowboy hats and adorably polite and agile frat boys. And also "Honky Tonk Bedonkadonk" and "Boot Scootin' Boogie," etc.*
It's times like these that I wonder if I could move back to Jacksonville. And then my mother speaks up and reminds me: "you'd be miserable."
She's right, I know. But with disgustingly low rent for beautiful housing and a honky-tonk dance club, sometimes I'm more than willing to delude myself.
Come December 31st I'll reunite with my little imperfect tenement and my big imperfect city and tuck Jacksonville back into its role as my crazy auntie who nevertheless had an important hand in raising me.
She can be fun sometimes. But there'd be no living with her.
*I'd like to note here that my all my skinny little friends from high school who always got the fun dancy roles in the musicals were in awe of what they thought were my dance skills. ME! Mine! Thank you, Barnard dance classes! And thank you, nights of impromptu interpretive dance in parks and dorm rooms! But really, thank you to an increase in confidence gained during five years of being out of high school, I guess.
They think I can dance! Whee!
It's times like these that I wonder if I could move back to Jacksonville. And then my mother speaks up and reminds me: "you'd be miserable."
She's right, I know. But with disgustingly low rent for beautiful housing and a honky-tonk dance club, sometimes I'm more than willing to delude myself.
Come December 31st I'll reunite with my little imperfect tenement and my big imperfect city and tuck Jacksonville back into its role as my crazy auntie who nevertheless had an important hand in raising me.
She can be fun sometimes. But there'd be no living with her.
*I'd like to note here that my all my skinny little friends from high school who always got the fun dancy roles in the musicals were in awe of what they thought were my dance skills. ME! Mine! Thank you, Barnard dance classes! And thank you, nights of impromptu interpretive dance in parks and dorm rooms! But really, thank you to an increase in confidence gained during five years of being out of high school, I guess.
They think I can dance! Whee!