This weekend, I went somewhere new, yet old. A good friend asked if I wanted to go to a local martini bar to see a band play. She had known a few of the players, so it sounded like a good idea to go see what they had to offer. Indeed, they were worth it.
I have gone to see many bands at bars. I have also been to many bars in this city, but this had a special little experience. No, it wasn't when I told the piano player he looked like Luke Danes. That was true, but that was silly. As we enjoyed our cocktails, we looked around and realized that we were really young. That never happens anymore so this was a huge moment for me. We looked around and saw older people that were overdressed, dolled up, ready to dance, and practically sitting on top of each other. I wish I could say it was creepy, but there was something oddly charming about it. Strangers were dancing with each other, seasoned couples were kicking it on the dance floor, and friends were just enjoying a drama free evening. One couple made it to the dance floor and I swear, everyone was smiling. The way the looked at each other after so many years of marriage was impressive.
Dancing is a lost art. Thanks to clutzy people like me, it will go the way of the Easter Island statues and Stonehenge. True love and loyalty is also lost. I can name couples of the true love nature on one hand. It is one thing to love someone, but another to be soul mates. These people were soul mates. I am a pessimist about love, but these folks make me want to be a better person. Or maybe it was just the martini..