we had a slow dance party the other night. everyone came with a bottle of wine, a candle in a jar, an appetizer and their favorite slow dance. jay wrote earlier in the day that she and charlie had pared it down to maybe fifteen favorites. i got that. i was having the same trouble.
we danced on the patio, surrounded by white twinkle lights, tiki torches, and a fire in the firepit. there was laughter and murmurs of “awww”, hoots of “ohmygosh, that was my prom theme” and sweet moments of a full patio of mostly middle-aged (ick, did I say that?) couples gently moving in dance in each other’s arms.
beautiful linda led us in the electric slide and the cuban shuffle (nope, not slow dances.) the musicians present insisted we all count the beats and discovered a kick beat that was throwing everyone off. triumph! suddenly everyone was shuffling and sliding in time.
inside, the table was creaking under bottles of wine and a big jug of fruit-infused sangria. candles and flowers were everywhere. sandy’s olive dip was a hit and joan’s tomato, mozzarella, basil bruschetta was amazing. and then there were marykay’s gluten free dark chocolate brownies…omg.
i cannot begin to capture how magical it all felt. i looked around and gave thanks for a group of friends who embrace me and me them.
i suspect that this will be the first of many slow dance parties to come. there are more people to invite, more dances to dance, more memories to make.
the next day alone on the deck we three-stepped to slow irish waltzes. bliss…is a slow irish waltz.
when is the last time you waltzed?