One Word Prompt ~ Five Minutes of Writing ~ No Editing
Today's Prompt: DANCE
The wedding ceremony, reception and dinner were all finished and we were heading out to the dance. For this Southern Baptist girl this was a new experience. I'd never been to a wedding dance and had no idea what to expect. This was a compromise to appease my new husband's family so it was all new to me.
Let me just say that these people are crazy! (in a very good way) As the bride they pinned money on my dress to dance with me. Then they auctioned off my shoe. (Much to my sister's dismay. It was after all her shoe. I had borrowed it to fulfill the old, new, borrowed, blue thing. Don't worry she got it back.) Then came the dance that would go down in the long list of family folk lore . . . The Flying Dutchman.
The Flying Dutchman is a polka that is performed with groups of three. It all starts out simple enough with three people kind of prancing around in a circle with arms linked. Then it happens. The music shifts and the three people start doing this do-si-do type move that kind of flings the middle person (that would have been me) between the other two people (that would have been my dad and husband).
All was going swimmingly until it wasn't. Somewhere in the midst of the do-si-do part I was spinning away from my father and towards my husband and our arm link up missed. I did the flying dutchman all right! Did I mention that I was wearing this beautiful wedding gown with tiers upon tiers of lace all layered over a hoop skirt? When I missed my husbands outstretched arm I went skidding across the floor and let's just say that I'm pretty sure that everyone in the place got a glimpse of my pretty new wedding night panties. Talk about being mortified!
But of course this fairy tale doesn't end there. By the next day I couldn't walk. So like all newlyweds we went off to the emergency room. (Isn't that where all newlyweds go on their honeymoon?) Long story short we wound up spending our honeymoon in the hospital (using a bed pan I might add).
Wait! . . . I have to tell you the best part. It's now almost 30 years later and we're busy living happily (most days) ever after. I don't think I'd go back and do the whole honeymoon in a hospital thing again but it sure did help to shape who we became. We learned that together we could get through almost anything.
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