Saturday, January 26, 2008

Friends reunited.

My most excellent friends Jami & Nancy took me out to dinner last night to Casanova’s (aka Casa No-No’s or Casa groovies) and we are always a happy & content little threesome. It had been a while since we’d all been out and about and there are always familiar faces in the dining crowd. So when I looked up and saw Paulo, Paula and their son it was a joy as I haven’t seen them in ages, excusing myself from the table I did my little hello bit and returned to our triangular love fest.
About 15 minutes later I hear someone say ‘Valerio’ and as there are not many of those on Maui I turn to see the handsome devil himself. Well, I’m not going to miss out on that opportunity for un bacio and a hug.....after I re-focus back to my table the energy in the restaurant begins to palpably change and hum – we decide to stay just as Dominique shows up, promptly followed by Chelsea and their men Francesco and Massimmo. P-A-R-T-Y!

As I’m shaking my extra small booty on the dance floor I see Fiona and we have a smile and a wave and I register that I’m glad I’m not in her shoes as they look like they’d make me dance impaired-though clearly she had no such problem! Nancy is spotted by a friend of hers and as she makes a dance floor attempt to introduce me I look at this bloke and say “Hello- you’re Phil McGain !” “Do I know you?” he yells “No” I said…..and was only held in check from asking about his extra small kilt (it’s a small Island) due to the decibel level.

Pio was spinning some killer music but his girlfriend stole the show singing her heart out and looking very sexy in process. I ignored the two taps on my shoulder as dancing is a full contact sport at Casagroovies but on the third tap I turned and exclaimed “Whiksy ya bugger”! Fab-a Brit in the house-my night is complete. Now this is funny as we’ve never really seen each other dance before, so what can you do but laugh at each others ‘technique’ until thankfully someone else promptly makes an arse of themselves doing what Whiksy called the ‘Northern shuffle’!

As the thump of the beat kept the human gyrations going I knew it was time to slip out the back door and into my bed or I’d be non functional in the morning. Serendipitous friend nights rock and I’m happy to report as it is now morning that I’m actually functioning quite normally! 'Kinel there's life in the old girl yet......


Anonymous said...

Lovely, illustrative story - the dance hall was always the place to meet old acquaintances, even in the olden days. Back then though, we didn't "boogie on down", we very sedately quickstepped or waltzed round the floor with the boys at one side of the ballroom and the girls at the other - each eyeing the other. I could never sit down as I am tall and sod's law would get a titch to come and ask "may I have this dance?" if I did happen to be seated. There was the revolving mirror ball in the ceiling and the last waltz was the opportunity for a slow smooch before wending one's way home (walking) with high-heeled dancing shoes in one hand and hoping there was no doggie do-do on the pavement:-)
The dances were always held on a Saturday night so many courtships started on the ballroom floor.

Mater x

Anonymous said...

27.1.08 Happy birthday to you, squashed tomato and stew, bread and butter in the gutter, happy birthday to you.
Good evening friennnnnnnds :-)

Mater x

Sharon said...

Mater: you are too funny.

Lano said...

Happy Birthday Sharon, did the evening end up looking like this?

This is some of the dancing from Australias number one comedy show Kath and Kim

See you in a few months!