Goin' down at the Hoedown !

It has taken me a week to get to the point of writing this blog as I have not been able to sit down since last week ! Not that I was busy " not able to sit down" but actually physically not able to sit down . As I had mentioned in my last post, I was heading off to the Hoedown in Lobinstown last Saturday night, following my 5 weeks of jiving lessons. The Dancing Cowboy approached GASP and I on arrival and again asked if I would enter the jiving competition. GASP immediately moved away as did the next 3 people I asked. I had a wee Merlot and approached the Dancing Cowboy, advising him that I would happily enter the competition but I could not source a partner. " Come with me" he uttered and he fought through the crowd to a group of 4 young men ( 25 - 32 I reckon) who looked at me as if I were some friend of their mothers. " Where is he ?" asked the Dancing Cowboy. Looking at me again, they indicated a cream battered cowboy hat in the distance. The Dancing Cowboy went off to fetch him, as the 4 looked on in . Over " rambled" a hot, late twenty year old Monaghan cowboy. He eyed me up and down and just asked " Can ye jive ?" Like a stuttering teenager I said " Well I've had 5 lessons !" . " C'mon then" he said. The 4 looked stunned, so I turned to them as I headed for the dancefloor and said " I am a happily married woman, just looking for a dance partner" . Little did I know that life, as I knew it, would soon change. We hit the middle of the empty dance floor and with the first twirl , my hat fell off, my glasses tried to leave my face and I realised I was dancing with the fastest man in Monaghan. Wow ! It was fantastic. We covered every inch of the floor and at the end of the song, Dashing Dean turned to me and advised me he was happy to enter the competition. Imagine ! I returned to GASP , a man who knows not insecurity, told him I had a partner for the competition and went over and registered.
And we hit the floor for the first round. My pink cowboy boots had steam coming out of them as he flung me gracefully around the floor, my hair swinging madly , the sweat forming on my brow. Boy was I sorry I wore jeans instead of shorts...the heat was serious ! ( Well actually the physical heat was nothing compared to the chemistry......miaow !) After 2 hot and heavy jives, we each retreated to our respective corners, had another tipple and relaxed. A couple of locals begged me to tell them where I had found this hot young thang, but I divulged nothing. I was glad we had taken part and was totally shocked when we were called out for the final round. I had to run to the bathroom to remove the vest top under my checked shirt, to stop me passing out, and off we went again to the very appropriate " Stop the world and let me off". I gasped for breath and greeted the end of the song with total relief, only for an even faster tune to start and we had to keep dancing. At this stage I could see no one as my hair was stuck to the side of my face, my glasses were tilted and the room a blur, as we turned, twisted and jived like epileptics. Just at the point that I thought I might actually die at a barndance, the music came to a halt, I thanked my very accommodating ( and hot !) partner and returned to a very amused GASP, who had arrived with a woman looking fresh and fabulous and was now faced by a sweaty, red faced old lady. We did not win a prize but I was very proud of my efforts and another tick has gone on my bucket list. It was a fabulous night.
It appears though that I may not be quite as fit as I think, as on Monday morning, my back gave way completely, leaving GASP to actually help me up the hall to hit the couch in agony. " That'll teach ya for trying to keep up with a fella half your age" he muttered as he passed me the panadol. I thought he might have a point, but when the local committee posted the photos of Facebook, you could see that the hot young thang, had in fact got his eyes on my 46 year old ass......winner all right !