Lookin Good on the Soul Train

Saturday nights used to be a big night for me. Looked forward to them all week.

There was usually a house party going on. There'd be barbeque por supesto. There'd be coolers of beers. There'd be tequila, whiskey, and vodka on the kitchen counter with all the set ups.

There'd be arguments. There'd be a lot of boasting and bragging and out and out lying.

And dancing. Always dancing. And then there was after the dance.

Its not quite the same now. Mostly cause I'm not in shape for dancing. Or after the dancing.

But I'm getting there. The desire has returned. Like it says in Shakespeare, I forget which play or was it one of the sonnets, The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

Well, according to latest reports, I've got another three months to go on the present recuperative regime. And then, I'll be ready for after the dance, no matter who said it.