Howdy folks. Just a little update. It is late so nothing to long. My distant cousin took me to his cousin's wedding outside of Paris on Saturday. It was great. We ate, sang, and danced. Literally all night. The Wedding was at 4 at the City Hall, then we moved it on over to a hotel and partied from 7 pm until around 4am. Well done my extremely distant French cousins, bravo. During dinner my new French friends played 'lets try and get the American wasted'. It didn't completely work, but lets just say I got a lot of anti-oxidants. See mom, I'm being healthy. Then we danced. I think we did the electric slide about 8 times, but seeing as the party lasted forever, I think it averaged to about 1 an hour. Fair warning to those attending the next Bar Mitzvah with me, I am now an electric slide pro and can, I repeat, CAN throw a spin into the transition from lean, lean, lean, to pivot and three steps to the side. They took the microphone around the dinner tables before dessert and had random people sing. Along with playing lets see how many glasses of wine it takes before the American starts drumming the National Anthem on Grandma Francine's, well, you get the picture, they also played, lets shove the Mike in his face and make him sing a song in English. Well, I consider myself a music enthusiast, but that was a lot of pressure. Any song? My mind went blank. I couldn't think of a song if Heidi Klum was asking me what I'd prefer her to strip to before, well, again, you get it. I had nothing. Truly a disapointment. Everybody's waiting, however, and the show must go on. So, what comes out? Twinkle twinkle little freaking star. Can you believe that. Here I am on the day of the peak of two peoples' love together singing to them about a freaking star. Naturally, I have since spent the last 18 hours unable to stop thinking about songs that would have better, but I don't like to live in the past. Anyways, it seemed to work out okay because all the French people knew the song and by the time I had forgotten the words (right after 'how I wonder what you are- which really is not that far into it) the whole crowd was singing along with me. It was fabulous. Later in the evening, when the DJ played Cotton Eyed Joe, the whole room stopped and turned to me to see what to do. Well, I'm glad there wasn't anybody else from the States there because I just kinda started flayling my legs around and tapping my feet. I think it was probably closer to a River Dance, but it got the job done.
As a side note- If you can swing dance and you are at a cousin's cousin's French wedding and you decide to grab a girl and give her the time of her life on the dance floor twirling her around, doing the pretzel, bending her over, etc... And if she starts smiling really big and looking like she's having a blast, she probably is. But, her boyfriend probably won't be enjoying it quite as much as the two of you. So you might do some due diligence and just check before you turn into the King of Swing with somebody else's Queen. As a further side note- If at the end of said dance, that same boyfriend marches up to that same girl, grabs her wrist and physically pulls her away from you, strongly consider letting that one go. There are plenty of other girls that want to be twirled.
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