A disco ball hung in the middle of the floor, and underneath it were people dancing. Some had canes. Some had walkers. Some had wheel-chairs. Other's needed no assistance.
The sounds of a song called Caldonia were playing. It sounded like James Brown’s voice singing.
“Do you hear this old ass music?” Stacy said annoyed. “Might as well play some damn negro spirtuals."
The resident were dressed to the nines, in what I suppose was clothing from the 1950/60s. They were doing what seemed like swing type of dance moves.
Some of the residents were grinding on each other and my eyes cringed at the sight of how OC they looked.
“Mm-mm-mm. Look what the cat done dragged in.” This man, who looked about 70 with a blue and white polka dot shirt and yellow pants came up behind Stacy.
Stacy gave him a look of disgust.
“Dance with me sweet-thang.” He did a little gyration of hips. Like he was twirling a hoola-hoop.
I laughed and walked away. I was not gonna be anywhere near that. I found a seat at an empty table and sat down.
Stacy was now dancing with the man, trying to be polite. He was all up on her. She looked over at me and mugged me. I laughed and shook my head.
My attention turned to my phone. I was looking on Instagram. I had made Amb get one in Paris and she posted two pics today. One had her and Tanya outside by her pool that had the hashtag YAYO BOUND.
The other was a pic with the words. “Never cross oceans for someone, who wouldn’t jump a puddle for you.” The statement with the photo read, Learning the hard way.
I was about to comment under her photo, but I decided against it. Instead I posted a photo Me and Amb took at the love lock bridge, with the statement – They said once you throw the key at the bottom, it last forever. Only time will tell if its true.
“You’re an ass you know that.” Stacy made her way over to the table I was sitting at with a plate and some punch in her hand. I reached for some of her chips. She slapped my hand.
“Now did I say that when I gave you some of my chicken?”
“No, but you also didn’t try to save me from John.”
“Oh y’all on a first name bases? Do your thang Stac.”
"Hahaha, not funny."
I just took some of her chips.
“Where is her brother?”
“I don’t know.”
“He needs to come on so we can go. It smells like pee and vomit.”.
“It’s not stopping you from eating.”
“If I’m going to sit through this, I deserve something out of it.” She picked up a meatball with barbecue sauce on a tooth pick and ate it.
The music stopped and the woman from the front desk came to the mic. People made their way to the tables to sit down.
“Are y’all ready for tonight’s performer at Marty’s?” I supposed she was trying to get the crowd hype.
They all cheered. Stacy looked at me like, they are doing too much.
“You’ve seen him on stages all around the country and tonight he’s here at Marty’s. Show your love for… Durrell.”
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