Tuesday, February 17, 2009

My Favorite Night

You may not know this about me (seriously, if you don't, what kind of friend are you?), but I ♥ ♥ ♥ Dancing! Every year our stake holds a dance for Valentine's Day and it is, truly, my very favorite night of the whole year. It is NOT Trent's favorite (I wouldn't be surprised to learn that it is his least favorite), but he knows how much I love it, so he humors me. I always make sure that we arrive at the precise moment that it starts, which I realize makes me a dork-but who cares about being cool when there is dancing to be done? This year, especially, I made sure we were on time since the old fogies in charge decided that 2 hours was long enough. (I think I'll volunteer to help on the committee next year. Really, 2 hours!?!) 


We started our night by going to dinner with some friends at the Texas Roadhouse. Good food and even better company. (Note to self: When preparing to go dancing, limit Diet Cokes to 2.) We arrived at the dance at 6:58 PM, just in time. When the music started, I dragged Trent to the middle of the floor. The one other couple that was dancing was barely on the dance floor at all. I proceeded to dance like the free spirit that I am when moved by music while Trent rocked back and forth, feeling self conscious about the people watching who were at a dance, but not dancing. The friends who went to dinner with us arrived sometime later (they are not up to speed on the whole dancing-is-better-than-being-cool thing). They joined us in the middle of the floor and some of us had a fabulous time. Some were just counting the minutes until the torture ended, but they were good sports.

At some point, our friend, Aaron, accidentally stomped on my foot (which was bare because of a whole "Footloose-kick off your Sunday shoes" thing). That really hurt. And left several small bruises. Then my left knee started screaming, "You are too old for this!", which I did not appreciate. (Note to self: Don't go running the same day as the dance.) By the time the dance ended I was in rough shape. I don't know what was wrong with my knee-it seems to be fine now. I guess 2 hours was long enough after all, but I will still be pushing for more next year. They usually take pictures, but didn't this year. Bummer.

Valentine's Day is quickly becoming my favorite holiday. I love being surprised, but sometimes it's hard for Trent to think of what I might like for Christmas, my birthday or our anniversary. For some reason, inspiration seems to strike for Valentine's Day. I have gotten fabulous surprises for the last 3 years. This year he gave me a day at a spa to prepare for our cruise. Last year he surprised me with my iPod and the year before that I got my very own nickel-plated, pink-pearl grip .22 pistol. I gave him a can of nuts and a bag of M&M's. Aren't I thoughtful? I guess I'm claiming this as my day. 

7 comments:

Rachel said...

The first year we lived here, we went to the dance. Lisa and I were watching everyone dance while we ate our treats. At one point she looked at you, dancing away, and Trent, occasionally moving his feet, and she said, "Sometimes you have to wonder how they ever hooked up." It's nice of him to put up with the dance. That's real love for you.

The Christman's said...

What a great husband to take you dancing. I don't think my husband would ever give in on this one for me. Next time I want pics of you guy's getting down on the dance floor! :)

Baltzers said...

Nash would never take me dancing in a million years! That makes Trent a hero!

Sorry about missing your photo tag. You wrote it when I was laid up and drugged up. I just read it and it was a great story. I love reading about people's traditions. I also read your then and now and that was fun! Loved the three kisses thing and the pics.

Carrie said...

Don't tell me you didn't take your own pictures ... I wanna see! Also, you're gonna have to have Trent teach his brother a thing or too about surprises on Valentine's Day. Really ... I'm glad you had fun and love that your ward does that. Just cause we aren't teens, doesn't mean we don't wanna dance!

KeriAnne said...

You are too cute! That sounds like a blast! I would love that too. Will Trent do Valentine trainings for husbands? lol.

Shaylyn said...

LOL okay I am so glad that I'm not the only one! I serisouly get so nervous when I like someone cause I just wanna spend all my free time with them.. Seriously stalker tendencies. I thought I was just some kinda CRAZY! :D

Shelley said...

Next blog will be about roller skating!! Whe-hew!!