Yea! It's Friday!

....and what is THAT supposed to mean?

I haven't a clue! Fridays roll right into Saturdays, which tumbles into Sunday, which then becomes Monday, which falls into Tuesday...etc. Get the Pix?
More than I should admit, I don't know what day it is unless I cheat and look in the lower right corner of my computer!
Days of the past, when we lived near a town, Fridays meant Yippee! It's a weekend! We can go dancing & have a good ol' time. We used to go to the Cowboy bars and dance until dawn...Or at least until we got kicked out...like the time we were the only ones on the dance floor, doing the Swing...covering the whole darned floor...I remember the song was Waylon Jenning's "Good Hearted Woman" (which became Our Song...along w/Don Williams "I Believe")
A long time forgotten the dreams that just fell by the way
The good life he promised ain't what she's livin' today
But she never complains of the bad times
Or the bad things he's done, lord
She just talks about the good times they've had
And all the good times to come

(She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man)
She loves him in spite of his ways she don't understand
(With teardrops & laughter they pass through this world hand in hand)
(A good hearted woman, lovin' a good timin' man)
As the tempo sped up...so did our feet...until Hubby lost hold of me & I ended up in the middle of the drummer's lap! Strike one~You're out!
The Owner had no sense of humor!
When in MT on the ranch.........if we had the chance (which were far and few between, mind you) we would drive the 50+ miles of dirt, (slime when wet!) to the closest town just to go dance. We'd get there early (8:30 ish) & the place would be packed. Being the only place around to get out & cut loose...EVERYONE for miles took advantage of Friday Nites On the Town! It usually was a great local band. They knew everyone too! At 9 pm sharp~the music would start with oldies but goodies..Johnny Horton,Mel Tillis, Patsy Cline, Jeannie Pruett etc. The floor was packed! Young and Old alike! About 10:30 p.m...the band would start adding some newer music, and more Swing music vs Waltzes...miraculously, by 11 p.m. , the older generation would be gone, the floor less crowded and us younger one's could get wilder and crazier! Not having to worry about stepping on or knocking the older ones over! Don't get me wrong! Some of those older bow-legged Cowboys & their wives cut truly kick up their heels!
The one night we will never forget, Ol Ed & his wife were there. Never seen them there before. Ed, in his early 70's, would dayride at the ranch. Spend 12-14/hr day horseback, along with the rest of us. Never once getting off to open a gate! "hurts too much...I get on once & off once..a day" he'd say. "Wait til you get my age! You'll see why". This was an 87,000 acre ranch & over the course of Spring/Summer/Fall..there were a lot of gates to be opened & closed! His legs were bowed in a perfect circle which made him a hellovalot shorter than should be. His boots were crumpled & worn down on the outside; he had a hunched back and short limpy steps. Pretty crippled up! But could ride forever! Well, this nite we saw them in town... WOW! He and his wife closed the place down with the rest of us! They danced the Polka, the Swing, the Polka again,theTwo-Step, Some more Polka, and some I don't even know...think they invented as they danced! They were GOOD!
Mind you now, he consumed the Whiskey that night!
Needless to say.......all the Cowboys on the ranch never allowed him to live that nite down!
He had to open at least ONE gate a day!

We aren't Ed's age, long ways to go yet, but doubt even if we liked Whiskey as he did...could we keep up with the pace Ed & his wife set back then!
Sadly, there are no places around like that place!
Dancing for us now, consists of turning on the CD's and dancing across the wooden floors in our home.....but we still have it~we still dance as one!