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S.J. Dibai



Last Updated: 12/3/2009

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Gender: Male
Age: 28
City: PHILADELPHIA
State: Pennsylvania
Country: US
Monday, October 12, 2009 

Current mood:  hungry
Category: Life
I haven't done one of these in nearly a year, but this story warrants the resurrection of my series of blogs devoted to the weird, crazy, or audacious things people do and say.

I was up in Manayunk on Saturday for a big festival. Laura Cheadle was performing and if you've ever seen Laura when she's played in Manayunk, you know things can get pretty wild. And to add to the potential for wildness, the organizers of this festival put Laura on a stage right next to a bar. So she was performing and the dancers (myself included, as usual) came out and really rocked it. And yes, we got pretty wild. It was Manayunk on a Saturday with Laura Cheadle next to a bar!!! (I didn't have anything to drink, but I don't need booze to get wild as long as the music is hot.)

So we dancers were partnering up and trading partners and rockin' out solo and Laura would jump off the stage and grab one of us to dance with her.....you know, all in good fun. There was an older woman with some beautiful moves. Now, I'm not averse to dancing with an older woman who's got some moves on her as long as she's not too much older; I was none too pleased when a woman who had to be in her 70s or 80s roped me into dancing with her when I was 20 years old (she was incredibly limber, though). Anyway, this older woman dancing to Laura's music really caught my eye, so I gave her that look you give someone who has great moves and let her know with my body language that I was open to dancing with her. After that, she'd say things like "I'll be back, love" whenever she had to step away for a moment, so you can imagine how I interpreted that!

Well, at one point I was dancing with this amazing girl (uuuhhhh, amazing in terms of looks and moves, at least!) and things got pretty hot and heavy between us. But like I said, all of us dancers kept trading partners and what not, so I only danced with that girl on and off throughout Laura's set. So after a few hot and heavy moments between us, she drifted off to someone else and I drifted back to the older woman, who looked me square in the face, pointed at me, and said:

"No sex!"

Startled, I simply replied, "I won't," after which she added:

"I'm a grandmother!"

That was all just a little too weird, and it certainly killed the mood for me, so I never did devote as much attention to her after that. But at one point, she held her index finger up at me as if to tell me to wait a second, walked away, grabbed her camera phone, brought it to me, and showed me a picture of a pretty young woman. "My granddaughter," she said. Confused, I stared at the picture and tried to figure out if the granddaughter was someone at the festival. I finally asked, "Is she here?" and the older woman shook her head, to which I replied, "Oh, you're just showing me?" I guess the older woman nodded; I don't know 'cause my attention was naturally shifting elsewhere. Later still during Laura's set, I was working up an enormous sweat from all the dancing. The older woman reached out and started brushing the sweat off my forehead with her bare hand! Because she was messing up my hair in the process, I started fixing my hair, and she informed me that she was just wiping the sweat away (no, really? I had no idea. duh). I cracked, "You really ARE a grandmother, aren't you?"

So after Laura performed and I hung for a while with some folks by the stage, I decided to walk around and see what else was going on at the festival. On Main Street, I noticed that Ben Arnold was playing and Zach and Matt from The Brakes were in his band, so I stayed there. I wasn't dancing because my leg had been sore since the night before and rockin' out to one act was plenty for me. I was bobbing my head and clapping along, but standing in one spot. Suddenly, that same older woman approached me and asked me to dance with her. I tried to tell her I'd already danced hard to Laura and that my legs were tired, but she was practically begging. She finally said, "Slow dance?" and I reluctantly agreed just to shut her up. I couldn't understand why this grandmotherly mood-killer wanted so badly to dance with me, but I figured I could give her a casual slow dance with minimal physical contact if that would get her off my case. Was I ever shocked when she threw her arms around me and came in real close! The only thing that broke the awkwardness was when she saw a little child dancing and pointed the kid out to me: "Aw, look how cute!" That interrupted our dance long enough for me to re-establish some physical distance between us for the remainder of the song. Once the song ended, she finally left me alone.

Sheesh.
2:25 AM
 
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