Friday Night Starlight

Friday night is the night for dancing. It’s been that way almost forever – even if most everyone has forgotten that fact. The classic scenario – get your paycheck, take a little money, dress up, go out with the one you love, and escape the world on the dance floor. It doesn’t matter if you like swing, salsa, waltzing, or the hustle – what does matter is there you are with someone you want to hold, moving to the music.

This Friday was practice night at the Starlight Ballroom. It’s a good venue; I think I’ve mentioned that they’ve got a wonderful floor. Fridays the dance instructors play DJ and the tune progression is a little predictable (kick it off with a EC triple swing and finish the night with a waltz) but the crowd is small, the pressure is low, and for ten bucks there you are on the floor enjoying the evening.

We went to Starlight with Elcira and Jenette, two dear friends who’ve had dance classes in the past and who are debating a return. I’m urging them to stop considering and start doing – nothing good comes of considering (well, at least not if you’re considering whether or not to do something you love), you just have to get up and dance and see where your feet take you.