Paired to Perfection

Last night I was " launched".....more Titanic than QE2 remarked GASP !. The official launch night of SCD occurred last night in the local Golf Club and was a blast. The dancers all met at 6.15 in a local hostelry even though the event was due to kick off at 8.00 pm. Methinks the committee had a wee plan to have us all a little " relaxed" in advance of taking to the stage. In true Irish form, we were provided sandwiches and cocktail sausages as "soakage" and at 7.30 the Dancing Butcher asked to us to head outside. I was all excited as all the talk was of two limos...limos my arse...two minibuses took us, in our black tie attire, to the back entrance of the Golf Club for our top secret entrance..I swear I felt like I was in Westlife. Inside we were greeted by Paparrazzi, Prosecco and a box of Thorntons chocolates and the fun began. I soon found out I was numero Uno to head to the stage escorted by the Leinster U18 Rugby captain, who looked very nervous as I approached him, and even more nervous as I grabbed his ample arm. To Avici's "Wake me up when it's all over" I entered a very full room and took my seat, to watch the arrival of all the other dancers, before the moment of truth arrived......finding out who your dance partner is due to be.
Bangin' Barry looked as if he had been shot when he was partnered with the wonderful Calamity Ali, but only becasue her could not work out how he was going to control her for the next 5 weeks. Utterly Butterly scored a champion dancer.5 foot 3, by this stage, had had so many pints, he cared not who he got but was delighed with his partner, so much so he felt the need to do one armed pressups on the dance floor later on. The Blues Brother uttered expletives of the like our host, Socialite of the Year, had never heard before and soon fell asleep in the back row as the show continued. The Spud Farmer told the story of single handedly trying to stop a runaway 4 tonne grain trailer, but I reckon this was just to demonstrate his prowess to all the ladies.
Up stepped the Honey Monster and told tales of old rugby days and the fun he was having doing SCD before his partner was announced....ME ! I was delighted as the Honey Monster is one of very few of the male dances who can handle me ( yes, I mean physically !) My calf injury formed part of the questions I was asked and much hilarity was had when I advised the room that i would have a " strap on " on Monday ! There are numerous advantages in having the Honey Monster as my partner, ( apart from him being charming and a gentleman)...he is a supplier for my favourite crisps KEOGHS and brings a box to every training session, he is of appropriate stature to match mine and will be able to swing me around his body without batting an eyelid ( by the way my eyelids, were magnificent thanks to my first ever falsh eyelashes) . Tomorrow night we find out what dance we will have to master as a couple....PLEASE let it be Salsa. I will have a "strap on" which will no doubt bring some comments....bring them on !

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