The Dancer and the Moon
I do not intent to tiptoe through life merely to arrive safely at the end…
…not that Sister Madly could if she wanted to. Let’s face it: she is more than capable of becoming entangled in her own shadow.
The Blue Moon can be a pretty interesting place even if one does not gamble, karaoke, or has made the irrational decision to abstain from alcohol for no reason whatsoever. The velvet walls have a certain appeal, and the clientele ranges from clean to drunk to trashy to weird- and that’s weird as in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory Boat Ride weird.
So when the Professors announced they were meeting up at the Blue Moon later that night, it was hardly a surprise to hear Sister Madly accept.
Also, it had a juke box, which pleased Sister Madly.
The bartender is a surly ol‘ fella who whole-heartedly blames the FDA for not regulating the amount of carbs in ravioli and coming up with a substitute that keeps one slender and fabulous. It’s said that he keeps a bottle of A-1 Sauce filled with whiskey behind the counter- a necessity, no doubt, when video poker is the soundtrack of your life.
Or maybe it’s filled with A-1 Sauce. But he keeps it behind the counter.
That was the night Sister Madly encountered a rather engaging- if somewhat exaggerated- South American, who claimed to be a former ballroom dancer. It wasn‘t long before the colorful patrons of the Blue Moon were encouraging him to entertain them with these supposed talents. But when not one of the colorful patrons volunteered to be his partner, he turned to Sister Madly.
Do you Cha-Cha, Senorita?
Now, Sister Madly has been known to dance- in the dark, with herself and absolutely no apologies to the people downstairs- so her affirmative answer was not technically misleading. However, had she been fluent in heavily-accented English-as-a-Second-Language, she would have realized that Do you Cha-Cha, Senorita? translated to Are you, in fact, a 4-Time World Champion Ballroom Dancer specializing in the Foxtrot?
In the movies, when the non-gambling, teetotalling underdog is asked to dance, she is dressed to the nines, knows all the steps, and dances with the utmost elegance and grace into the heart of America. Sister Madly was dressed for the excessive heat, hadn’t a clue how to use her feet, and was at times flung with wild abandon into the heart of the crowd.
Imagine, if you will, an Argentinean Sophisticate attempting to Foxtrot to the Fairytale of New York with a Rag Doll who was doing her best to look coordinated and dignified- and who failed appallingly. Never had the floor so repeatedly hurdled upwards at her body, nor had there ever been such flailing of limbs without smacking someone across the face. She also learned that night just how many times she can twist her legs around each without breaking something important first, which she had wondered about in the past. The Argentinean Sophisticate retained enough sense not to attempt any lifts, as Sister Madly surely would have found herself swinging across the bar from the chandelier- medieval style.
Their dance ended not only with the music, but with a final gesture that sent Sister Madly into a chair that rolled down the hall and into the kitchen, where she ordered the onion rings the Professors had requested 10 minutes before.
He may have been a ballroom dancer, but not necessarily a good one.
Let us just say it’s best that Sister Madly dances in the dark.
POST’S THEME SONG: The Fairytale of New York, the Pogues
“In the movies, when the non-gambling, teetotalling underdog is asked to dance, she is dressed to the nines, knows all the steps, and dances with the utmost elegance and grace into the heart of America. Sister Madly was dressed for the excessive heat, hadn’t a clue how to use her feet, and was at times flung with wild abandon into the heart of the crowd.”
I love it!
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September 4, 2014 at 7:26 AM
Thanks! Life is nothing like the movies.
Still, one can dream… 😉
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September 4, 2014 at 5:24 PM
It sounds like an unqualified success. What will you do next?
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September 4, 2014 at 9:37 AM
Perhaps World Championship Hopscotch. Or a city-wide Hide and Seek Marathon. I’m better at hiding. 😀
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September 4, 2014 at 5:26 PM
Do you cha-cha, señorita? Excellent. 🙂
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September 4, 2014 at 1:38 PM
And that’s where the Hollywood daydream ended. C’est la vie…
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September 4, 2014 at 5:35 PM
When will Sister Madly publish her autobiography in hardback book.
I wish to cha cha
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September 7, 2014 at 4:22 AM
That all depends on whether Sister Madly survives her own autobiography.
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September 8, 2014 at 2:05 PM
silly me. Didn’t look at it that way. You really must be careful – there is danger out there!
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September 8, 2014 at 2:21 PM
You have a very interesting and unique writing style! And I love that you included a picture from “Some Like It Hot,” certainly one of the greatest films that Old Hollywood has to offer and unequivocally my favorite film of all time.
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September 9, 2014 at 12:05 AM
Thank you kindly!
‘Some Like It Hot’ is one of my favorite classics- I tend to think of it as more of a Lemmon/Curtis film than a Monroe.
And WATCH THAT CORKSCREW! 😉
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September 9, 2014 at 12:18 AM
“Some Like It Hot” is an absolute tour de force of Lemmon’s comedic talent. Monroe may have her moments, but he and Curtis own that movie.
“When I think about you and your poor ukulele!” 🙂
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September 9, 2014 at 1:34 AM
I imagine him rising on a blimp from the dance floor, Sister Madly gesturing at him to take care and not to eat the cheese on the moon… 🙂
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September 9, 2014 at 9:34 PM
One well-aimed dart and that blimp is coming down like the Hindenburg!
This, of course, is in the best interest of the dancer, who is probably lactose intolerant.
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September 9, 2014 at 9:49 PM
🙂
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September 9, 2014 at 9:51 PM
A previous post 2:00 am nocturnal misadventure perhaps?
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September 18, 2014 at 3:05 PM
Now that you mention it, it was around closing time… 😀
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September 18, 2014 at 6:08 PM
“You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here…”
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September 18, 2014 at 9:43 PM
… even though the place was as ‘dead as heaven on a Saturday night.’ 😀
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September 18, 2014 at 9:56 PM
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” 🙂 Or is it the women tearing their blouses off and the cider laced with acid?
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September 18, 2014 at 10:03 PM
Definitely the cider!
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September 18, 2014 at 10:06 PM
Thankyou for sharing those onion rings with me …seriously , your writing is magnificent !!!
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September 20, 2014 at 2:22 PM
Hee hee! 😀
Thank you for the encouragement. I enjoy reading your posts: I grew up in Michigan and your work brings to me a sense of nostalgia- love it!
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September 21, 2014 at 1:14 AM
So nice to know , from Michigan too ! …Thankyou again ..xx
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September 21, 2014 at 6:04 AM
Fantastic! I love this!
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October 1, 2014 at 5:50 PM
Thank you! It was an interesting night.
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October 1, 2014 at 6:45 PM
Excellent !
If a tree dances in the forest and no-one is there to see, who is playing the music ?
When it is done, there is the sound of one leaf clapping and an order of tree-rings.
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October 2, 2014 at 8:15 PM
Answer: Tinker Toys!
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October 3, 2014 at 12:15 AM
Do-gooders always ruin the ride by calling an ambulance. (as. if.)
Wicked good read. ~ Meredith
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November 7, 2014 at 9:31 AM
… or by pulling the fire alarm!
And thank you!
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November 7, 2014 at 7:06 PM