Our Hearts Were Young and Gay
Some of you know that Terry "Lord of the Dance" Nelson and I recently gave disco lessons at Landmark Center.
Terry, even though I told him it was excessive and unnecessary, waxed his chest for the occasion. When it was just he and I setting up, he did an Irish jig and I took this photo! Isn't he great?
Well, I gave lessons. Once people actually began showing up, Terry went and hid in a closet and wouldn't come out. Nothing could entice him, not even his pastor vowing to never publicly welcome strangers at the beginning of every Holy Mass, worked to bring him out. Finally, when everyone left, my feet hurt, my groove thing was fractured, and my hustle was long gone, did he emerge. Then, he insisted I go warm up the car and bring it around to pick him up because the cold is too hard on his vocal chords.
He's such a diva. You can't even imagine the things I do for love.