Mom and I (she was born in Japan, but if you hear her twang, you'll know she's really Texan!)
We decided Mom was way overdue for a night out on the town so we got all dolled up and headed over to Big Texas. It reminded me of a bar I went to a few times in college, Hurricane Harry's. There was a big dance floor in the middle and the music switched from country to rock. It had been years and years since I had tried a two step and thought I might just sit back and watch Mom have a good time, but before we knew it, we were both cutting a rug. I started out stepping on toes, but by the end of the long night, I was not only two-steppin', but jitterbugging, doing the polka and waltzing in addition to some freestyle oldtime rock-n-roll.
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