The last few days have been wonderful. My friend flew in on Saturday and we got her settled in and relaxed with a couple of movies. Sunday we walked a few miles at the zoo and enjoyed the tram at the Mega Cavern before a lovely dinner. Monday was also a relaxing day with nothing exciting going on- I love those days.
Yesterday we drove to the Coca-Cola Museum in Elizabethtown, KY. It is the largest privately held collection in the world. It was facinating. Last night, we went on a dinner cruise on the Spirit of Jefferson. You can cruise without the dinner part- but then you are shuttled upstairs and at 100 degrees, we were thankful for having chosen dinner. The cruise had a DJ and after dinner there was "dancing". The DJ started with the "dance along" music- The Cotton Eye-d Joe, The Hokey Pokey, the Chicken Dance, the Macarena, the Electric Slide- what I think of as Wedding Songs-lol.
There was a young man on the cruise who was about 12 years old. He and his grandparents were traveling from Pennsylvania and decided to take this cruise. This young man danced every single number. He was definitely the life of the party. We really enjoyed watching HIM as much as the rest of the evening. We went out to watch the river for a while but we were continually drawn back to watch him dance. Whether he was alone or had others on the floor as well- he was just going at it. We were not alone- there was a family of 8 at the next table who- when they were not dancing with him- were taking video of him just dancing the night away. As a group- we cheered him on and just really took joy in HIS joy. He was most assuredly the star of the show. At the end of the cruise- there was a "game" based on theme songs from TV shows (I rocked that sadly enough) and the points were too close to call but the family flat out told the DJ that the boy should get a prize. We hung around to make sure it happened and as he walked out of there and off the boat with his blow up saxaphone- his grin was from ear to ear. He was "playing" with it as we all walked past him and we all congratulated him on the terrific job he did. His grandfather was laughing and told us that he was going to be impossible to live with for the rest of their trip. What his grandfather doesn't realize is- not only will he remember this for the rest of his life, the rest of us will remember him too. And we will smile every time we think of him.
So thank you dancing boy. I hope you have a safe trip back to Pennsylvania. You touched a whole lot of adult's lives last night. You reminded us just how much fun it can be a kid. You also epitomized the saying "Dance like no one is watching"- and that is a great thing.