I've always loved waltzes, even

I've always loved waltzes, even though I have two left feet. The music seems to whirl and twirl as it plays, the musical notes like black slippered feet only lightly passing over the stark lines of the sheet music. It is the waltz that stirs my blood more than any other form of music.

And so it is that I have handed my request slip to the symphony conductor at the edge of the ballroom floor, as the weekly Cotillion Ball begins. Your hostesses this evening will be the refined and respectable Right Girl, the discerning and dignified Darleen, and my humble self. Refreshments and hoeurs d'oevres are currently being served in the anteroom, and smoking is allowed on the balcony. Enjoy!

How will she pay the bill After the Ball is Over? Florida Cracker takes an overly self-indulgent 9-11 widow to task for frittering away her $5 million settlement money...

Halfway Around the World from my studio in TinyVille, Stefania of Free Thoughts interviews an Egyptian Blogger who is apparently as delighted to make her aquaintance as she is to interview him...

Cotillion Co-hostess Right Girl shows herself to be Three Times a Lady in this very personal but very empowering post at--where else?--Girl on the Right...

Ever had a blogger whose site you thoroughly dislike to read, but you just can't help but Look Again? Ilyka Damen feels your pain in this riotously funny classic post...

Seems that Kelli's Weekend(s) in New England are rapidly drawing to a close--and in this post at KelliPundit, she sums up her feelings about moving quite well with eye-popping imagery...

SondraK feels that What the World Needs Now are more people like Neil Cavuto; and salutes him for saluting the Unknown Soldier in this fantastic post at Knowledge Is Power...

Ah, family...Nothing like the careful Charade of civility one has to show whenever they have a vastly different political attitude than their parents. Little Miss Attila, I know how you feel--been there, done that, nearly died of embarassment myself...

Words have great power. The right words can harm or they can heal, they can make one's heart turn to stone...or they can warm even the coldest of souls. Prodigal poetess non pareil Mamamontezz waxes poetic at Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room--and I find myself tingling all over and thinking Tenderly of my husband...

I Feel Pretty--pretty sick, that is, after reading this news snippet at Merri Musings. Merri lays a verbal smackdown on a pair of grandparents who shouldn't be trusted with the care and upbringing of a goldfish, much less their 13-year-old granddaughter...

How they picked the jury, I Really Don't Want to Know...all I want to know is, just how much bribe money changed hands. Seems Beth at MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy is as disgusted as I am concerning Whacko Jacko's verdict of Not Guilty...

Hypocritical is The Fool who doesn't practice what he preaches--and Beth at Yeah, Right, Whatever tears into those Christians who plaster their vehicle in religious bumper stickers and think that this gives them a free pass to behave in an unChristian manner...

...And now, as the last strains of the waltz fade from the room, the soft riffle of silky fabrics and the hurried breathing of your fellow dancers fill your ears for a few seconds before the conductor politely taps his rosewood wand to his podium to signal that this selection of dances has ended. I do hope that your feet aren't too tired, for the Cotillion is far from finished. Feel free to sit in any one of the plush chairs in the anteroom and relax, have a light snack--the beluga is quite tasty this evening!--and sip some champagne. You'll need those toesies in tip-top shape for the rest of the evening's entertainments!

Written by Denita at Who Tends the Fires.

Posted by JanetteS at June 14, 2005 03:25 AM