Through the day we'd planned on attending a rockabilly car show and dance in Nashville, IN. The car show was a bonus - something to while away an hour or so before strapping on the old suede soled shoes and working up a sweat. The real goal was a few hours on the hardwood at Mike's Dance Barn. In this part of the country it's hard to find a good, swinging dance where you can unwind to a little Jerry Lee Lewis or the likes. It doesn't seem like it'd be that hard to find rockabilly in Indiana - after all, half the country likes to think of us as hillbillies so you'd figure we'd at least have the appropriate music. However, quality bands and events are too few and too far between. So we were appropriately revved up when Saturday evening arrived and we headed south with visions of flat-hand pushes dancing in our heads.
And we arrived to find the dance hall closed. Well, not permanently closed but closed none the less. Dark and empty in spite of the fact that the fliers said dancing started at four o'clock and it was seven. I quick check revealed (to the best of my ability to translate) that the evening's acts had been cancelled (by who I couldn't decipher) and that there would be no dancing. We had dinner in Nashville and rode home in silence thinking of the dances in Indy we gave up in favor of travelling an hour south to the Dance Barn. It wasn't pretty.
So, Monday comes and here I am putting my disappointment on the web. I think we're swearing off events that seem as loosely organized as this past weekend's fiasco. I'd like to arrive with confidence that even if the bands aren't the best we'll have fun and get out on the dance floor. Unfortunately, it's becoming more and more obvious that there are certain events when you can't be assured that there'll even be a band!
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