DANCE: The Flying Dutchman {Five Minute Friday}

by @Fitzysmom

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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  1. Oh what a wonderful story! Sorry for your rough start on the marriage, but it sure brought a smile to my face! :) Visiting from FMF

    1. Glad it made you smile. It makes me smile now too!

      Have a wonderful weekend!

  2. oh my brandi! now that is a honeymoon story for sure:( after that, there weren't too many hard things you had to face during your marriage that were hard were there? ugh! i had to laugh picturing you flying across the room:)

    1. Thanks for your sweet words Martha! The indignity of it all has passed and the hilarity of the situation is what we now remember. What a story!

      Thanks for stopping by . . . have a great weekend!

  3. What a funny story! I can't imagine how embarrassing that was at the time, but what a memorable story to be able to tell now!

    1. It was completely embarrassing! When my backside went skidding across the floor that silly hoop popped up! To this day that man of mine belly laughs about it. So . . . I guess it was totally worth the indignity. LOL

  4. I so enjoyed your post. And yeah, we all have something that seems to land us at the doctor's office early in marriage/on the honeymoon. :) Your story made me smile. My husband and I danced together on our wedding day, and we're dancing still, nineteen years later, with two boys added to the mix. ;) Thanks for the smile today.
    I'm visiting from FMF. Thanks for stopping by my place as well. :)


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