Dancing Days

Our snow day turned into a sleet day, but the three of us were home together nonetheless. Russ ventured out on a walk to the store to buy eggs, but other than that it was a day at home, home, home. The sleet hitting the windows made and is still making, is quite a racket, but I’ll take a that over freezing rain clinging to tree branches that fall on the roof.
Carter convinced me to binge watch a show about teenagers in the eighties so she could quiz me about it’s authenticity. Even though I was not a teenager in the eighties I was still able to confirm that the shoulder pads and bright colors and big hair were the way we lived back in those dark ages.
In one episode the characters went to the Limelight, the church turned disco, in NYC. Carter was interested in my dancing past, which I only shared in a generality. The best thing she said was, “Where did you out your coat and purse, were there lockers?”
We both broke into hysterical laughter as soon as she said it, but then I got to thinking about what a good idea it is. The worst thing for those eighties years was freezing when we went out dancing because we did not want to wear our coats since there was no place to put them without fear of it getting stolen, spilled on or walked on when it fell on the floor. We never went places nice enough to have coat checks or with owners not smart enough to have lockers.
I certainly don’t miss figuring out the going dancing logistics, not just the coat issue, but where to put my car keys in an outfit without pockets, but I do miss the exercise I got from all that dancing. The clothes may have been terrible, but the dancing music was great. With all that sweating I guess we never needed our coats when we left a club anyway, but I still think the locker idea would be good.
Maybe I should open a disco in my playroom to help work off the holiday calories. It would be a lot more fun than working out and I have a big closet to store the coats.