A while back, I made a pact to myself that Monday and Tuesday nights were for staying in my apartment, filing papers, paying bills, washing produce, baking pies, and ironing perfect pleats into my knee length skirts. That Monday, I vapidly stared at my ceiling, fighting back Betty Draper tears, with no consolation prize of a Don.
The very next night, I discovered that Tuesday’s are the new Thursday’s in Troy NY, thanks to Daisy Baker’s offering up two for one EVERYTHING’S, for everyone.
Of course, Daisy Baker’s is beautiful and has a sweet classic vibe that I can really get down with. But what makes it even more lovely are the droves of dancing fools that take up residence several days a week in this starry starry place.
Something about doing the hustle on a Tuesday with a group of seniors really gets my motor runnin’.
I don’t really think there are many things more joyful than dancing and singing in large groups, so to even be mixed up in a brave crowd of shufflers is kind of like being injected with a shot of happiness and life. Which is kind of the opposite of ironing. It’s sort of tough for me, because when you play eminem and expect me to do the charleston, I cant really stop myself from getting lil john low. Innapropriate dancing is pretty much ingrained in my muscle memory at this point (this would be linked to my friend Sarah’s wedding pictures, if she allowed it.) So, I’m going to take some lessons on proper dancing so that I can impress and not depress my 68 year old partner.