When Pretty Women Dance

When Pretty Women Dance July 19, 2010

After the dinner I wrote a bit about in yesterday’s How I Got a Blog on Huffington Post (And Help Me Mooch Indian Food!), Cat, DR and I took a stroll down from where we’d eaten (being–for those who asked–George’s at the Cove) to this promenade:

which runs between the ocean and this park:

which looks beautiful, but may end up being a curse for anyone who’s been there and then ends up in heaven, since I imagine that God frowns upon anyone who looks around after stepping through the Pearly Gates, and says (or thinks), “Really? This is all you’ve got?”

But there we were. It was about 9:30 at night. A perfect half-moon shone in the black velvet sky. The ocean called to the eternal within us, via all those oceany sounds it makes. A balmy breeze that felt both shy and welcoming massaged us in a way that reminded me to later be sure and look up the word “balmy.”

I wouldn’t say that by then I’d had so many cocktails I’d given the bartender at George’s a case of tennis elbow, but as we were leaving I did notice that he’d put on one of those carpal-tunnel wrist braces.

Hey, man. Don’t become a bartender if you’re not ambidextrous. That’s my motto.

But you get the picture, right? It’s me, Cat, and DR, who is in every way the words mean a beautiful person, strolling through the warm night air of this seaside park.

And in so doing we came across this little building:

There was a wedding reception going on inside. Through the windows we could see all the people dancing, and of course could hear their music.

Cat took DR’s hand. “C’mon!” she said. “Let’s dance!”

And just like that my two companions were running through the darkness toward the building.

The above picture was taken (by DR, the next day) from more or less the exact spot at which I stood and watched as Cat and DR, exercising that special privilege that is the birthright of all pretty women, without any guile or prevarication effortlessly integrated themselves into the party. This they achieved simply by dancing; I saw them instantly hailed and welcomed. Their presence picked the party up, as new, pretty girls dancing tends to do.

And I, out in the darkness watching what in many ways looked like an especially lively scene from a movie, felt everything in the universe suddenly click into alignment.

They were so pretty. And they were having such a great amount of fun being so pretty — and dancing, which all girls love to do.

And to my right the infinite ocean; beneath my feet the yielding lawn of these impossibly beautiful grounds; surrounding me the unweighted darkness, from which I drew permission to claim as my own the totality of that one perfect moment.

I saw my wife, still dancing, come to the window and in vain peer out to see me.

And then DR, in her black dress, and barefoot now, was just outside the building, standing in the bright light of the open door through which she and Cat had made their entrance.

“John Shore!” she called out into the night. “Come on in here!”

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  • berkshire

    So, did you?! Did you?!

    I hate cliffhangers! I want to know what happens when clever boys dance with pretty girls!

    Sounds like a beautiful evening. Thanks for sharing it.

  • Diana

    This is totally beautiful. You captured the moment beautifully.

  • I love those sublime, timeless moments that live in us forever. Evocative story, John. Made me smile with nostalgia and wistfulness.

    Mary Linda

  • erika


  • The best Penthouse letter opening I've ever read!

  • Belle

    You totally get it! Without doubt, dancing is one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life.

    Bravo, Mr. Shore! (And get out there with the pretty girls to shake a leg, cut a rug, allons danser!)

  • DR

    Nicely done.

  • Robert Meek

    SHOCK! Xian and drinking!? 😉 😉 😉 😉

  • Robert Meek

    Ah, the joys of tongue-in-cheek wry satirical puns! 🙂

  • DR

    "The ocean called to the eternal within us, via all those oceany sounds it makes."

    This is the quintessential John Shore and why I have fallen in love with him. And his wife! Well OK, his wife really, but you're both One according to Scripture so I'm covered.

  • Elizabeth

    @DR: That line caught my eye as a classic as well. Although, "Don't become a bartender if you're not ambidextrous," was a reasonably close second.

    When do we hear from the non-dancing Christians? Maybe they don't believe in the internet, either. That may be one of my horrible prejudices: I can't understand people who won't dance.

  • Thanks, B. Maybe I SHOULD write part duex!

  • Thanks (as always) Diana.

  • Thanks, ML. It is weird, isn't it, how some moments just … lock for you.

  • Thank you! (I wonder if these thank you's from me sound rote. They're totally not; I mean them.)

  • I do dance, pretty much like quite always. I'm not saying I'm GOOD at it. But I am.

  • It was shocking. But it was my wife and a new friend. I tried to get them to slow down, but it was no use.

  • You guys kill me.

  • Why am I always so late to the party?

    Makes m' heart ache, so nicely put…


  • You know these parties never start till you get her, Beth.

    (Actually, I was just writing to DR to say this is one of the weirdest posts EVER, response-wise. So few people have commented!)

  • Gina Powers

    Oh John…..it was sweet….and um…..weeeeeeelllll….so non-controversial of you! 😉 You threw some of us off guard, that's all. 🙂 By the way poodle, I'm going to try sending you another e-mail that you can immediately delete and call me bad names for. Hey, at least I included a caveat! 😉

  • You know, it's funny, because if I just read this real quick it almost sounds like you called me "poodle."

  • Gina Powers

    Yeeahhh, pardon my Karen Walker moment there…..minus the vino and mood stabilizers. It totally wasn't mean to be an insult, no worries. Prozac must be kicking in. 😉

  • DR

    Poodle! I'm stealing that

  • I *almost* stopped reading at "via all those oceany sounds it makes" and commented on that alone.

    Instead, I finished reading the post, read some of the comments, and then commented on that alone.

  • Ah. Hi poodle. Why must everything be controversial? What an awesome moment. Thanks for sharing it.

  • Richard Lubbers

    The oceany sounds term grabbed me too. But then, I also wondered about the prettygirldancingsounds.

    Yes, part duex, por favor!