I saw the sign, Learn To Dance Tonight, lit up in neon after my friend and I made a Target run for such glamorous products as toilet paper and light bulbs. After he debated such mind-blowing questions like if the double roll really was a double roll because it sure the hell didn't seem like a double roll when you put it on the dispenser and went just as fast as the single roll, and I decided that 70 watts was just way too much light for my one lightbulb in my living room, the afternoon slipped into a dreary hour and I saw the sign positioned by a liquor store, bridal shoe store, bridal veil store, and tanning salon. The sign never fails to produce a depressing fleeting sense of romance -- I credit this with the night part of it. You don't learn to dance in the morning or the afternoon according to the sign, you learn at night, presumbably tonight if you're one of those up for anything crazy impetous types that can hope from the tanning booth, shop around for a bridal veil, and come out swinging.
The possibilities of the night are endless. We can slip out of ourselves and become anyone. I'm not a person who can dance at all. Once at a vegetarian brunch given as a raffle prize that I attended at the behest of a dear friend, the woman hosting the lunch asked if I was a dancer since I had that look. I assume the look she meant was near starvation and our other friend started to laugh and said, "A disco dancer maybe." I shot him a look since I'd planned on telling an elaborate story about dancing for Balanchine and so on. Or at least mentioned that I'd taken dance lessons. That they were many years ago and for gymnastics, well, I could stretch the truth. But no, I had to eat my organic split pea soup in silence. If the brunch had been at night, I'm convinced I could have had my say, could have gotten up and done a little twirl or something. I'd been entertaining adults at the dinner table for years. As a reward, I got to blow out the candle after parties and make a wish before clearing it. I'd always wish for the same thing, that I could be someone else, somebody beautiful and entertaining. Because it was night and anything could happen.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
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