You look ridiculous if you don’t dance.
So you might as well dance.”
Gertrude Stein // Three Lives
On Thursday night, our barn was a rocking, rolling, dusty, dangerous, awesome, fabulous mess of people, lights, music, and dance steps.
It came to us on the Fourth of July. Somewhere between the bonfire, the fireworks, the sitting on quilts, the hamburgers, and the dancing to Keith Urban, my friend, my sister, and I got this beautiful brain child.
A barn dance.
Neither of us had ever thrown a barn dance before. What the heck… why not now?
Everybody allllllways has stuff going on every weekend in the summer, so we figured Thursday night would rock it – a before-the-weekend sort of thing. But until we met randomly in the Walmart at nine o’clock one hot July night, we didn’t put it into a reality. But then, we did. I whipped out my phone calender and we found the perfect date – August 16.
Just about three weeks away. Were we crazy or what?! We were. But we did it anyway.
The days FLEW by, until last Wednesday found Sarah and me up at the barn in the dark, finishing up the final touches. Like… ohhhh… weedwhacking. And putting up christmas lights, rinsing down the pebbly concrete, arranging 80-pound bales of hay for seats, and trying to untangle extension cords.
so bring it on. We were ready.
A lot of things happened in between, though. Facebook was busy with all the inviting going on. Cherie came over on Sunday afternoon and we sat around in the living room, listening to music and hopping up to try out the moves… trying to match a song to a dance and then putting it all in order.
At quarter til, our amazing sound guy (volunteer, mind you) showed up and got right to work. It’s so handy going to church with a musical family – such sweet and sharing people, too!!
(Luke… you’re amazing.)
So he did his thing as Cherie, Sarah, and I did our thing(s) – filling up water containers, spreading quilts, running back down to the house for the tablecloth, and, since we’d forgotten a table for the water cooler… turning over the stock tank and covering it up with a red and white rose cloth and nooooobody could tell the difference. right?
And boy, did they come.
Let me just say right now that it was the PERFECT group. I couldn’t have asked, begged, or pleaded for a better group of dancers and friends. Dancers filled our barn and the laughter and chatter spilled out into the barnyard as people came together. It was like Mom said. More of a community than a random group of friends and strangers. We all had something in common… we were here to be with each other. And nobody expected more.
As it got darker, we all got more comfortable with each other. Since Cherie and I both knew a few separate groups of people, it was so much fun getting to meet new faces and learn new things together.
Not to mention the very last dance, where I skipped a whole part in a group dance and totally looked ridiculous in front of everyone – including my reeeeeeeeally good dance partner – who thankfully is an extremely gracious dude. And we were able to laugh about it, even as we fixed our problems and I continued to turn a lovely shade of red. Oh dear.
(if you ever see this, Israel, know that you were way too nice, okay?)
And we finished out the night with yet another reel. Oh, don’t worry, I danced my share… Spanish waltz, South Carolina Promenade, swing, posties jig… my feet wore out, too, I promise you. Though I definitely wasn’t the most graceful or coordinated dancer on the floor…
when we finally turned out the lights around midnight, it was worth it.
ps – and next year, you’re ALL invited.