Back Then Still

My KC Chum commented on yesterday's post how 30 years ago we just danced the night away and forget the whole exercise thing.

Ahh, so true. The dance in the disco WAS the exercise. Trip the light fantastic to the eight minute plus "We Are Family" or try to out Travolta John Travolta. When said dance was done, take a breather for minute or two, sip the adult beverage of choice and back to the lit dance floor for more.

Yep. When going out at 10pm was just right and to get home at 4am was right on time. Because you'd get a couple hours of sleep before heading into work. Good stuff.

So since my KC Chum conjured up sweet memories and I watched John Travolta on Letterman last night--I thought why not a little Saturday Night Fever on a Wednesday?

I mean, who cares if my going out at 10pm has been replaced with the fight between my heavy eyelids and me to last at least to 10:15pm of the 10pm News.

No matter. All is good. Cue up alittle Travolta and dance.

Finally Friday

Rain pours from the sky. Could go catch enough rain to make my daily 74 ounces of water intake. :) Even with the rain, it's still muggy. And still August. And still Summer.

So on this Friday, I just felt like doing a smile or twelve when I think back to the August 1978. Way before DVR's, mortgages, and where cable was about HBO and that's it. That August I spent alot of the time at the moving picture show. For one movie, and really one movie only.

"Grease" was and still is the word.

Cue up Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta and Jeff Conway. In the time Before.

Do A Little Dance

Enjoyed my first swing dance lesson last night!

The shoes I wore didn't let me pivot like I should! :( Alas, next time, may wear a little heel or socks. Even that little bit we did, made me realize how much I miss dance. That whole creative thing I finally give myself permission to let burst forth.

Just felt good! Look forward to the next one on Tuesday. And how much is this endeavor? Heck, my favorite price: FREE!

In the meantime, here's a little ditty I'd like to cue up: The Brothers Gibb aka the Bee Gees, with little brother Andy tellin' us we all should be dancing. Oh, and check out a very young Travlota doing his fancy footwork.

Bring on the weekend...enjoy!

Reality in the Movies

Today Movie Man and I saw our first moving picture show of 2009: Clint "Make My Day" Eastwood in Gran Torino. Nobody else could make this movie work but Dirty Hairy. Yes, Clint was a salty 'ol dog. But I tell you what, he's the Best in Show of salty ol' dogs, and young ones too. With every actor in the film, including Clint's own son Scott Eastwood, I wondered if they thought, "Wow! I'm in a movie with Clint Eastwood!" Heck, I would. A definite thumbs up from me. Clint just can do it all. I told Movie Man I want to go back and watch The Good, The Bad and the Ugly, because when I saw it back in the Triassic Period, I really didn't pay much of attention. Clint is a class all by himself.

Last night, on of one of these 200 and some channel I have, there was 1998's Parent Trap with cuteness of Lindsay Lohan playing the twins. I was bummed because she'd left my soap, "Another World" to do movies. Anyway, as I watched this movie, I remembered my hospital stay. It was after my open-heart surgery and I still recovered in my hospital bed. Unfortunately the movie came on at time, and my stamina wasn't too strong. I somehow made it to the end. Last night I made it to the end too, this time with a cat curled by me.

And the reality of life brings this all home: the death of John Travolta's 16 yr old son, Jett. I am so stunned. Whenever John was on any show he beamed as talked about his kids. His family was/is his world and them some. I cannot imagine the loss his family feels. My prayers go out to them.

Sometimes the make believe of movies eases the pain.