Jethro Returns from NYC, then We Dance.

Apparently, in Noo Yawk, rules mean nothing. You will always jaywalk because every intersection is full of cars. Stopped cars; a green light doesn't necessarily mean that cars can move yet. Tooting horns are ignored because they mean nothing. They're blasting all the time. Lights mean nothing because of the constant glaring glow.

And there's Jethro the Hick, long hair, goateed face, jeans and sweatshirt. It's not like he didn't fit in, because there are all types in that place. Nobody notices. Everybody is busy.

Jethro's producer friend was in his glory. He's a way downtown kinda guy. Jethro was kind of bummed out that I couldn't -- or wouldn't-- go with him. I told him we'd already yanked the kids out of school for our trip to Halifax only three weeks before. Plus I had had enough city stuff for a while. After four days in Halifax, which I actually loved, I had to get out. I would last four minutes in NYC.

He took pictures and brought home ball caps for us.

People, this is HICK HELL:

I can't think of a reason why I'd have to go there.







He got home just in time, because, LATER THAT EVENING we went to a benefit concert put on by our neighbour friend. Did we have a good time? Heck yes.


disclaimer: I am wearing my Super Duper Mega Bra here. I don't look like this in Real Life. That's about 2 inches of padding between me and the world. At least two men made it very clear that they didn't care. I love men. So uncomplicated.





We even raised some money for a good cause.


I am definitely thinking that if I could scream and dance at least once a week I wouldn't have panic attacks as often. In fact, I'm thinking of amping up the mini-dance-parties that break out in our living room after supper occasionally to full-on Dance Fever. Every evening. Push the rocking chair up against the wall kids. It's time to rawk.

I was tired like crazy the next day but it was worth it. I actually got two and a half beers into me. I quit halfway into the third bottle. I just looked at it and said, "Heidi, I think that's good for now." And then I answered myself, "Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good. Let's not ruin it," and gave the bottle to another one of my neighbours who can't stand seeing a beer wasted.

I danced so hard I had to take off my Johnny hoodie. I sweated on Johnny.

I was one of the youngish ones at the local dive pool hall that night. Most of us were over 40. If anybody needs to get out of the house, it's us.