The boys had a wonderful time swimming at their indoor waterpark. Owen had been counting down "sleeps" and "schools" all week in anticipation of our trip. The boys both LOVE the fact that they are allowed to go down the great big slide! Matthew and I love the fact that the waterpark is just the right size for our little guys and that it captivates them so well. We are also fans of the fact that they sleep extremely well after a day of playing in the water :)
After swimming for several hours, we went to grab dinner at our favorite Nashville pizza place and then returned to the hotel just in time for story time. The boys enjoyed listening to The Polar Express while sitting near the crackling fire.
As we were returning to our room to tuck our little guys in for the night, (They were already in jammies), we noticed a commotion going on in the gathering room just down the hall from our room. Matthew informed me that there was an "elf" dancing in there.
Well, you can't be told that there's an elf dancing, and NOT go check it out. Right? So we mosey on down there to nib nose, and see what was going on. Turns out, the "elf" was a square dance caller, and the "Bucks & Does" Square Dancing club of Nashville was hosting a dance right there in the lodge.
We were immediately approached by one the members who began his high pressure square dance sales pitch right away. He kept on trying to tell us how easy it was, and how much fun we'd have- and how we really, really NEEDED to get out there. We politely refused his repeated offers, but he didn't go away- he continued to do everything in his power to try to get us out there. We didn't feel as though we could walk away. The old boy was sweet and engaging and telling us his family history- how could we leave? I tried to tell him that we needed to get the boys to bed, and it really was getting late- but it was to no avail.
Soon, several of the women members of the club came over and informed us that they were watching our boys, and we WERE going to go dance. We continued to refuse, but it was all over when the caller spotted us, layed down his mike, and came over to drag us onto the floor.
Yes folks, that's right, Matthew and I square danced on that fine Friday night in Brown County, Indiana. I can now say that we have do-si-doed, promenaded, grand right and lefted, and various other square dance moves. All of the people were super nice and very patient with our lack of skills. They even had suggestions for my dyslexic self not knowing my right from my left. "Just put a bracelet on your right wrist, honey!" After the dance was over, all of the dancers came over to pat us on our backs, shake our hands and thank us for participating... As if we'd had a choice!
I have to admit that we did have fun. Matthew even admitted after much grumbling, that it was a *little* bit fun.
So! The lesson learned here is that if you ever see this...
And you don't intend on dusting off your dancing shoes... DO NOT for any reason go any closer. If you can see the whites of their eyes, you're probably already too close. Avert your eyes, and walk away. quickly. in the other direction.
On the other hand, if you're up for an impromptu, good time- go ahead and take a look-see. Because curiosity doesn't always kill the cat. Sometimes it just makes him dance!