Crazy Busy

This time of year is crazy busy if you have kids.  There is scout award ceremonies, dance recitals, every day swim practice, school performancies, school award ceremonies, field day, class parties, costume fittings....or is that only me?   Even though there has been craziness, I got to go out for a girls night recently.  Had a great time, but let me tell you, I am great at being a wall flower.  We went to Coyote Joes, a rather popular country line dancing bar here in Charlotte.   It was ladies night and drinks were half price, need I say more.  Okay, now add to that equation a bunch of ladies that have been losing or lost a significant amount of weight and it might just spell trouble...with a capital T.    There was the mechanical bull, no I didn't ride it but it is now on my list of things to do.  Three of the ladies rode the bull, not too long granted...but hey I think at least one of them might have potential with a bit more practice.  And of course, with a country bar, there is line dancing.   Now I'm not very good with organized dancing, unorganized for that matter either, but I gave it try.   I didn't last but until they started turning...and with it I realized I would soon be a danger to myself and others and joined he other wallflowers at that the table.   I think I had as much fun watching the girls dancing with the regulars, and when not knowing the steps doing a pretty good job of ab libbing.  Of course that is where Mr Napoleon Dynamite comes in.  Yep he was at the bar...well at least someone doing a pretty good imitation of him.  He knew all the dances, but if there was a little tail wiggle or a hip thrust involved he was 10 times more expressive than anyone else on the floor.  I swore that by day he was an IT specialist, and no one had a clue that in his off time he was living this crazy country western persona.   I wish I could have gotten him on tape, I could watch him on You tube all day.  And then there was the kissing....she blamed it on the drinks, but I do believe she started kissing before she even had one.  Oh and there wasn't a cowboy in there that hadn't noticed her by nights end I'm sure.  One of these days, I hope to have half that confidence.