Back to Normal

May hasn’t been so normal thus far. Today the temperature barely scraped fifty degrees and the wind hasn’t stopped blowing since the sun came up. To me this is March stuff – you know, in like a lion out like a lamb and all that. It’s unnerving to sit inside, watching the newly leaved out trees getting the stuff whipped out of them, and listening to the wind moaning around the corners of the house for hours on end.

Luckily there’s one singular item of normality standing between me and cart wheeling into despair – a night at the Starlight Ballroom. We’re returning to the Brickyard Boogie Dancers tonight. It’s been too long since we danced with the Boogies. Our schedule has been conspiring against it, keeping us busy on the nights they were at the Starlight or concocting alternate dance plans or something. I think it’s good to go out and experiment and see new things. That’s why I go to places like the Blue Lantern. Even if they turn out to be a disaster you can say you’ve had an experience and you’ll have a story to tell (whether it’s one of woe or ecstasy is immaterial). After the experimenting and all the experiences, though, it’s always good to return to the familiar. How can you appreciate how special an experience is if you have nothing against which to compare it?

One thing I’ve discovered, though, is we have pretty darn good ‘regular’ experiences. No matter where we dance it’s hard to beat a night with the Boogies or with the Indy Dancers. Both clubs are incredible, the people are great, and the music’s perfect for dancing. So, I’m off to put on my old dance shoes and hit the familiar, neighborhood patch of hardwood. I hope you’re doing the same – it’ll do your soul good.