The night began with the usual suspects.

09Aug07

(No really, we’re all quite suspect, and very wanted.)

Aurora.

 

Angelica.

 

Samantha.

GAWD I have pretty friends.  And that list is even longer after last night.

Sam and I were standing at the bar, and this tall gorgeous blond sidles up and hugs me, while looking out at the dance floor.  I of course hugged her back.  She turned and smiled at me, then suddenly looked horrified.

I didn’t let go.  “What’s your name?”

She laughed.  “I’m so sorry,” she said in her pretty Irish accent, “I thought you were Tracy!  Oh, and I’m Debbie.”

When I met Tracy a few minutes later, I was flattered, but could see the resemblance.  (Later I found out she’s a preschool director, so I’m checking Tracy’s credit right now.  If it’s better than mine, I’m stealing her identity and life.  Apparently no one will notice, as long as I can master her South African accent.)

Debbie, left, and Tracy, right.

So I know you’re noticing all the accent’s I’m mentioning here, and probably starting to wonder if this country line dance club is having a model UN night. 

The answer is apparently, yes.

This is Teldora.  You have no idea how fun that is to say.  Say the “t” as almost a “d,” and roll the hell outta the “r.”  She from Bulgaria.  She introduced me to Tanya from Brazil, Kristin from Switzerland, and Mickey from South Africa.

See that smile?  Yeah.  She’s FUN. 

Jadon taught her to two-step.

And I taught her slang.

Valancy Jane – “I’m going to be very lame …. do you know the word ‘lame’?”

Teldora – “Lame?”

Valancy Jane – “Never mind, it’s just that I’m so tired, I think I’m gonna head home now.”

Teldora – “Oh!  *lights up*  Lame!  I get it.”

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