There was a druggie frat at Dartmouth when I was there, till someone fell off of the roof, which was accessible through the cupola. There’s a story about someone who had a little too much punch, and when the Campus Police arrived to check into an overdose report, they shook his shoulder. “Son,” said the officer, “can you walk?” “Walk?” replied the student, “I can DANCE!” Whereupon he stood up and started dervishly flailing scarves about.
Now, I wasn’t there, on that occasion, but I heard the story on good authority, and am inclined to believe it. However, this being Friday night, and I having been slandered (it would be libel if it had been in the post, rather than the comments, the way I understand things on the intarwebs). So, I’d just like to say:
In Breughel’s great picture, The Kermess,
the dancers go round, go round and
around, the squeal and the blare and the
tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles
tipping their bellies, (round as the thick-
sided glasses whose wash they impound)
their hips and their bellies off balance
to turn them. Kicking and rolling about
the Fair Grounds, swinging their butts, those
shanks must be sound to bear up under such
rollicking measures, prance as they dance
in Breughel’s great picture, The Kermess.-The Dance by William Carlos Williams
Please tell me this is not an attempt to placate me in the matter of Fridays and dancing and strange little creatures.
If not the armadillo, maybe the monkey(boy)?
PattyAnn–If it were up to me, the ‘dillo would dance. But the last time I saw him, he was driving away in a vintage Impala.
McGehee–far as I can tell, he’s dancing all the time.
Where was he driving to, Dan? (Yes, dammit, I know that sentence structure sucks, but I’m too tired to fix it.)
PattyAnn–Hard to say. He flipped me the bird and spun away after calling me “pendejo.” Meanwhile, Riehl is dealing with a troll infestation.
Was poor Spurwing injured?
Thanks for the tip, I’m heading over to the “real Dan’s” place to read the filth, I mean see if I can help out.
Yeah, Riehl needs a clean up in aisle 2. He has a pestilence named ‘Jaime’ who doesn’t understand the second amendment…
I’ll bet that was a really cool picture there where that red ‘x’ sits on my screen mocking me…
– They come for the dance, but they stay for the Collins, three fingers up neat on the rocks…..
(Dan may have enough brass to try it, but those brass legs deny it….Eat my dust….Colorado Armadillo)
Then again, maybe not…
Thanks, Ards. That was too large for me to plug in without people’s browsers getting bent out of shape.
In point of fact, though, my parents made me learn Irish dance with the precursor to Milwaukee’s Trinity Dance Troupe, which was hosted at a now-defunct Irish bar.
– Same here Ards… But I suddenly got the PW header back, so I figured I shouldn’t bitch…..besides it was working long enough to score the hottie of the week so that’s a plus….
– I think maybe it has something to do with some of those gawd awful graphics Collins was torturing us with to twist our arms…. not sure….My boss almost fired his secretary over that last one… Said it reminded him of the drain pan on a Forinsic guerny at the county morgue….
– I’ll tell you what….getting a front row seat to watch Collins do a barefoot toe stand, ala Kate Winslet, would be worth 10 rounds for the house on me…
Ohhhh. Now you’re DARING me. Patty’s Day. Milwaukee. Be there.
Irish dance is amazing. Personally, I never learned how to dance without clenching my fists like I’m boxing, and biting my lower lip.
Snakes….why does it always have to be snakes…..
That’s an awesome story. Thanks for the hee-haw-haw, Dan.