The Day The Music Died.....

Everyone knows that I love to dance.  I can dance to anything.  I will go as far as to say I can dance to running water.  I'm disappointed that I can't do the moves that I wanna do, it's there in my mind but that's where it will stay until the afterlife~~~ where I hope to be a Solid Gold Dancer.   Well this particular night I was ready to go dancing.  I was feeling good and my nerves where in check.  "Looking good tonight I thought to myself, the wig(pre hair bond days), the makeup, the false eyelashes, the dress, my sassy high heels".... "Farout" as Greg Brady would say. My husband begrudgingly tagged along knowing this bar had a tv and he could at lease watch some kinda ballgame. I can picture it now, he with a Crown & 7 staring at the tv, thinking of ways he could catch a smoke and not let Desiree see.  My husband went from smoking a cigar once in a while playing golf with his buddies, to?... to?.... to?... well I really don't know, he tries to "hide" it from me.  I told him if he dies from lung cancer, I was not putting in the paper, "He died of natural causes"... I will say, "He died from lung cancer, my wife told me to quit, try Chantix, and I simply didn't listen."  Do you know what friends say?.... "Desiree that's his only VICE, he has to put up with YOU and four girls, For God's Sake let the man be."  Getting back to ME, my favorite subject to talk about.  The bands starts and Desiree is on the floor dancing, she dances with anyone and everyone.  If I spot a good dancer I will dance my way to you and dance along imitating your moves and cheer you on.  I saw me a good dancer this Saturday Night Fever.  I like to call him a Four-Eyed Feather Duster/Douchbag.  He looked like Steve Urkel but not as cute and pale pale sickley white.  So I started dancing by the Four-Eyed Feather Duster/Douchbag singing with the band having myself a good-ole' time, when Four-Eyed Feather Duster/Douchbag turned around, he did a 150, a 160, half a circle, let's see..... that would be 360 devided by 2, 2 into 3, 1 time, carry down 1, then 6, let's see.... devide 2 into 16 that would be 8 bring down the 0, so let's see that would be let me go get a calculator~~~~~~~~~Okay he did a 180!!.... He Looked and ME and turned completely around.  So he did another 180 or it might have been a 360 all together, but he totally DISKED ME.  What? ...I'm a 47 year old Solid Gold Dancer, and he just DISKED ME.... I, I, I've, NEVER DISKED ANYBODY..... EVER!!! .... So I grabbed my purse, signaled to the KOOL man and said, "it's time to go".... I never went dancing again......That's The Day The Music Died~~~~~~ Well to a bar that is, cuz this American Pie will DANCE TO THE DAY THAT I DIE!!! ....PS I am also a Four- Eye... But an Engima....Now let me go Google that word.....