Sunday, June 21, 2009


My lady, feeling the beat of the rhythm of the night. We went to a wedding last night, and Sarah, if I may brag a little, was a force to be reckoned with on that dance floor (as she usually is). If the low-income-housing-thing ever falls through, I'm pretty sure she could get a job as one of those people party planners hire to get parties revved up. (I snapped this photo during one of the interludes when I wasn't staring obsessively at the band. Wedding bands—with reason—get pegged as purveyors-of-cheese, but I confess, I was smitten with admiration as I watched them: hard-gigging work-a-night musicians who never missed a beat, knew exactly which song to play at which moment to bring the party to full fruition, and importantly, seemed to be having a rather fine time in their own quirky insular little corner of the big-elaborate-shindig.)

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous10:35 AM

    she looks like a true party girl!!

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  2. Teresa5:50 PM

    Been thinking of the little missus' dancing a lot since MJ's death. I know y'all had a late night dance tribute that I missed.

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