Was a decent show. The Snouts among us might know the groom (Matty - good mate of mine) and half of SAfooty would know the best man (Bazzer the specky redhead Port swine). Held up at Warrawong Sanctuary, the grog was of high calibre and gratis, the speeches were memorable (particularly the best man's
) and the company was jovial.My peeve is this: when did wedding crowds forget how to dance?
Now I've never been the sort to dance. I never did get the "shake yer booty" disco thang. Pointless and mindless. Nevertheless, many years ago I worked with a guy who was a qualified ballroom dance instructor, and he ran extremely cheap ballroom dancing lessons. Of coourse as soon as Mrs. Pseudo found out about this, she dragged me kicking and screaming to his ballroom dance classes. And though I never wanted to be there, I have to admit that I ultimately ENJOYED the classes. So I learned how to waltz, foxtrot, and tango, and enjoyed it.
Today, I still wouldn't venture onto a dance floor to shake my booty - but I would jump onto a dance floor for a proper waltz.
Which brings me back to my peeve: when did wedding dances cease to be waltzes and other formal steps, and morph into the pseudo-disco moves?
Tonight we had disco, we had current popular music, we had the sort of sh!t that the ladies all do group formation dances to (Aretha Franklin, Blues Brothers, Madison, etc) but was there so much as ONE proper waltz?
When did the bridal waltz devolve from a proper three-step dance into a back-and-forth shuffle to an arbitrary slow-beat pop song?
I'd have gone to the DJ and requested a proper waltz tune like Strauss's Blue Danube, but I know from experience that the DJ would simply have stared at me, slack jawed, knowing not what I had asked about. So really why bother. All one can do is slink in the shadows, watching the nouveau-trendy jump back-and-forth in a vague rhythm to some mondo-popular pop tune, thoroughly ignorant of the joys of a proper waltz in the arms of a partner that one holds in esteem.
Forphuxsake, even the common party dances are unheard of: do you think anyone in the room could perform a simple conga line? Hell no: An invitation to grab someone's hips is evidently an invitation to shuffle forward, left right left right to the vague beat of some current pop song. Little wonder that a simple foxtrot is beyond these heathens.
And so here I am, back at home, reclining in bed with the laptop on and typing my thoughts, Parts of Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker running through my head, and lamenting the fact that no bugger knows how to enjoy it properly anymore.
And yeah, I've drunk way too much and I'm rambling. Sod you all and goodnight.
) & they've all had the tradional bridal waltz followed by the more modern music for the (mainly) girls to dance to
