For all intents and purposes, he will be referred to as Goofy. Not for comical reasons or lack of a better (or his actual) name, but purely due to the shocking resemblance this stranger had to the cartoon character, Goofy. Here's a visual before I continue...
After a short drive from Cardiff, we arrived in Bristol (ludicrous), at an underwhelming, regular looking building which was made instantly awesome by the concierge who was sporting a fob watch, moustache and beetle crushers (very dapper). With no expectations (or understanding of what exactly it was we were doing there), we walked through a few sets of doors and passages before entering a dimly lit room. There was a small stage at one end and a bar at the other, in the centre of the room was a large dance floor which was surrounded by sets of tables, chairs and most impressively, booths! Gosh, I love a booth. Why would you sit on a regular chair when you can sit in a booth?
As the band began to play, people flocked to the dance floor out of nowhere; a vision of victory rolls, suede shoes and petticoats.... In that moment, it felt as though I had travelled back in time. Back to an era where women wore T-bar heels, big circle skirts and matching neck ties and where gentlemen, were indeed what their title suggests, and asked the ladies to dance rather than thrust on them and wink over their shoulder to their friends.
Through the crowd of colourful dresses and spinning women, one person stood out. It was't the fact that I could see the teeth protruding out of his head from across the room, it wasn't his awkward height or lankiness of his limbs, it wasn't even his saggy pants, unkempt hair or ridiculously over sized feet, it wasn't even the fact that he was a spitting image of Goofy. It was that he could dance, and I don't mean 'dance' as in fist pumping and head bopping... I mean dance, as in, complete grace, complete confidence, complete coordination and absolutely mesmerising. Full of sheer joy, he had such a relaxed way of navigating around the other dancers, making people do double takes as he rocked out a solo Charleston past the elderly couple in matching attire. With one hand neatly poised on his waistcoat and the other floating around, the top half of his body seemed to glide with such composure, swan-like, across the dance floor. And just like top half, his bottom half, in true swan manner, was moving at extraordinary speed, frantically keeping up with the beat.
If there was anybody who looked goofy at that point in time. It was me. I was the one with a silly grin on my face, just watching him up there, carefree and absolutely weightless. It made me happy, just to watch him having such an amazing time. I've never felt so pathetic to stay sitting down.
To top off an absolutely magical night of surprises, these two whipped out their matching tambourines, fully equipped with flashing lights.. And yes, they are wearing matching outfits and well over seventy and having the time of their lives. I wouldn't mind if D and I turned out this... Give us 50 years.
As the band began to play, people flocked to the dance floor out of nowhere; a vision of victory rolls, suede shoes and petticoats.... In that moment, it felt as though I had travelled back in time. Back to an era where women wore T-bar heels, big circle skirts and matching neck ties and where gentlemen, were indeed what their title suggests, and asked the ladies to dance rather than thrust on them and wink over their shoulder to their friends.
Through the crowd of colourful dresses and spinning women, one person stood out. It was't the fact that I could see the teeth protruding out of his head from across the room, it wasn't his awkward height or lankiness of his limbs, it wasn't even his saggy pants, unkempt hair or ridiculously over sized feet, it wasn't even the fact that he was a spitting image of Goofy. It was that he could dance, and I don't mean 'dance' as in fist pumping and head bopping... I mean dance, as in, complete grace, complete confidence, complete coordination and absolutely mesmerising. Full of sheer joy, he had such a relaxed way of navigating around the other dancers, making people do double takes as he rocked out a solo Charleston past the elderly couple in matching attire. With one hand neatly poised on his waistcoat and the other floating around, the top half of his body seemed to glide with such composure, swan-like, across the dance floor. And just like top half, his bottom half, in true swan manner, was moving at extraordinary speed, frantically keeping up with the beat.
If there was anybody who looked goofy at that point in time. It was me. I was the one with a silly grin on my face, just watching him up there, carefree and absolutely weightless. It made me happy, just to watch him having such an amazing time. I've never felt so pathetic to stay sitting down.
To top off an absolutely magical night of surprises, these two whipped out their matching tambourines, fully equipped with flashing lights.. And yes, they are wearing matching outfits and well over seventy and having the time of their lives. I wouldn't mind if D and I turned out this... Give us 50 years.
Xxo