Dance & Sing on board

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Ellen's picture

05/19/2011
Last evening, the first after a full day at sea, was marvelous -- after I got passed my first reservations about appearing in public by myself, that is. A glass of champagne ordered to the room helped. And knowing I would meet up with my table mates from the night before helped as well. What a generous, good-natured lot they are!

Who would have thought I would end up at midnight singing Barbara Streisand, Liza Minelli and Beatles hits at the Golden Lion club? Ok. Truth. I had it in my mind that I might end up there ever since I saw that they had karaoke scheduled that night. I felt I had to come down for at least one song.

But I am getting ahead of myself. Well before that, our merry band of Britannica Restaurant diners, table 140, finished dinner and embarked on a journey to the Commodore Club. From there, we headed to the Queen's Room, where a big band played until the wee hours. Liz was generous enough to share her husband, Bruce, who loved to dance. So I had the opportunity to stumble through some swing with Bruce, who was a good leader and who enjoyed the interaction regardless of how "good" we looked on the dance floor. I remember laughing quite a lot and Bruce usually had a big grin on his face.

Toward the end of the evening, I was approached by one of the professional "gentleman" who scoured the ball room in search of solo ladies who were looking for dancing partners. He approached Liz first, and after they had danced one number, she returned to her husband, who, she had mentioned to the pro, was dancing with a friend. Encouraged, the pro then approached the friend – me – and we danced. He was a poor leader and not a great dancer. Liz confided the same to me later. He gave me one pointer: to peer over his right shoulder as we danced, which felt right, but I could not follow him. I was too glad when the dance came to an end and he led me back to our table.

Despite my less-than-elegant dancing, I got all goose-pimply about the romance of the evening: the gentlemen leading the ladies by the hand to and from the dance floor in very formal and gracious style. I am a romantic. I sometimes forget that. But every once in a while, it is nice to absorb the nostalgic air of the grand ballroom.

Dancing with this professional partner, had, however, left me with a lingering embarrassment. The only thing that would absolve me from the stain of being unworthy in the performing arts category was to go downstairs and join the karaoke party already in progress. It was fun. I had a captive audience of people who did not know me, yet appreciated my renditions of Bab's "Don't Rain on My Parade" and Lisa's "Cabaret." I closed down the bar with the Beatles, "Twist and Shout," even getting the karaoke jockey and an older couple out there on the dance floor, twisting.

I was in my element. Thank you, gods, for allowing me to express my inner diva once more. Tonight, however, it is an early bed for me because I am utterly exhausted after getting to bed at 2:30am. It doesn't help that each evening we set the clocks ahead one hour. Once more into the breach!
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Ellen
Ever learning, Everlasting