I hope you all had a Happy New Year.
We did nothing at all to celebrate on New Year’s Eve, but we started the year in a great way. An old friend of mine came to visit with her family.
We had been good friends long LONG ago in Melbourne but lost touch when she moved overseas to live. It was years since we’d seen eachother. A few months ago I got an email from her, she found me on the internet!
I guess the upside of having such an online presence is that you are easy to find for old friends.
The downside is being easy to find by ex-boyfriends.
I mean, I’m not on bad terms with every guy I ever went out with, but really …? I’m middle aged now. (If I plan to live to be over 100.) Asking me what I’m wearing is a bit inappropriate!
Anyway, I digress. We had the best day. Me and my old friend caught up on old times and the intervening years, the men bonded over the BBQ and a walk on the hill, the girls spoilt the dogs and Herman Too was permanently stunted by all the cuddling.
It was great. We ‘girls’ even had a dance for old times sake, to one of our favourite tunes: Red Cadillac and a Black Moustache. We listened to my Straight 8’s cd and remembered our rockabily days.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned my passion for rockabilly and rock’n’roll on the blog. Maybe one day I’ll post about my musical adventures and dig up photos to share, but for now suffice it to say that rockabilly really speaks to me… almost like I was a hillbilly in a past life. Its the double bass and the rhythm that gets my heart thumping and my feet tapping.
The Straight 8’s are still playing. Back then I used to go dancing 3 or 4 times a week. And when I say dancing, I mean dancing. I would go see my favourite bands (the Straight 8’s were my very favourite) and I’d dance all night. I may have stopped to have a drink of water now and then, or when the band stopped for a break.
I sure miss those days.
And my slim fit self who could dance all night, wring my shirt out and keep dancing.