On Saturday, December 13th, Martha and I headed north to Cottonwood so that I could call for the Roadrunners. There’s a lot of construction on the roads there, so we got an early start. There was a storm front headed in so we wanted to get ahead of that as well.
The trip was uneventful. Though, there are a lot of people that seem to find joy in just pulling in front of me for no apparent reason. While I describe myself as an agressive driver, I don’t mean it in a speed demon sort of way. I like doing the posted speed, and will get there as quickly as possible. I guess I’m one of the few.
The dance was a mix of Mainstream and Plus tips. I was asked to mix alternate them, and I don’t care for this. Why should anyone only get half of what they paid for? Dances, in my mind, should be a set, single program. Then, after that dance is done, have another one.
I did all Christmas music. Good thing, too, as it was advertised as their Christmas dance. The cuer did 30 minutes of pre-rounds. One of the songs she did was, “Take it Back.” I told her that this song was an “after Christmas” tune. She laughed. I have the same song as a square dance record, I’m going to see if I can right alternative words and make it a Christmas song about gifts gone awry.
I had four squares all night. Saw some old friends and made some new ones. I learned that Mile-Hi Squares lost the sponsorship of the city to do dances downtown in front of city hall after over 50 years. The city will pay for insurance, but they won’t pay for the callers. So, they’re not sure what to do. I told them that we could work out a deal if they still wanted to do a couple.
The dance was fun, and we had some visitors that just wanted to watch. (New students that wanted to see what a dance looked like.) There was also a young man there that was visiting his grandparents. He danced, a few years ago, with the Rocking Teens in Tacoma, WA. Small world.
On the way home, there was no storm. Thank goodness. And, by driving after 10:00 p.m. most of the traffic was gone so it made the construction zones a breeze.
Martha and I saw our first, honest to goodness, real-life tumbleweeds. A couple of them were small; about the size of a basketball. Though, at one point I nearly ran into one (or it nearly ran into me) that was taller than the hood of my car. Wild!
Until next time, keep dancing!
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