Thursday Seeds | The October Ball

The Ball beginning:  So much to remember and go back through from the evening. This was something to unpack, there were feelings of excitement and a vibe not seen in a dance club since the old days at the mill. The lighting was similar. The walls are not stone but dark and the lights are strobed into colors and blue. The music was fantastic and the costumes were an adventure to look at. Makeup and dresses, kilts and tresses. It was a vampire ball not to be seen before. The lights splash the dance floor but not too much light, many patterns.

The place was full of beauty last night. So many dark and black dresses and costume type ideas. Very few masks of a literal sort and I found myself fighting with a hooded hottie in one sense and wanting to twirl around the plated kilted one with fantastic moves. Sure this other one has started something and the real meets the tech with an awkward tug. A friend states the opposite that he is there, the he was there the first time we started going to these and that… he is in his own dance wise with the darker music. Really? Then let’s just have a look see. The air drummer to the side, just off from work up towards the front. My friend is also up there, is he hiding? She lets him, no pursuit.

Those that greeted warmly already grow in my heart. Those that snub, we forgive because we all know that being off color or different requires a tougher skin than going with the flow. These salmon were beautiful and we all sang the black sheep songs together in a unison that sounded a lot like belonging.

Becoming a regular has its perks. You start to meet people you sort of already know. They like the music you like for starters and the ebb and sway required not to elbow each other brings a camaraderie that some think isn’t real if you never speak to each other. May the stories spiral out in fiction and folly and truth to friendship and connection. This is the year of Community. And the Venn diagram of Irish sessions could merge with this new one at another Ball or two. 

A lesson in story telling: show, don’t tell. A watching observation of a vampire couple. She’s been on the dance floor for hours enjoying each track one right after another with the rest of us. Red hair gleaming in the lights that backdrop the bar, she sits at the table in a chair with his waist coat draped on the back of it. His girl, his chair, his coat. With a casual swagger, he returns to stand behind her with a quick glance at each other. One hand resting on the back of the chair, he claims her with gesture and look. It makes the observer smile. Love is in the air. Back to the stage, the Dj takes a slow last sip dreg from a cup and chunks it as the next song starts spinning. Is that Boy Harsher?

Remember those dance classes you had talkative observer? You might have remembered or shared a few of the moves on that dance floor that night. Not to create tension, but to release it in a light remembering of a different day’s timeline.

And all had fun at the Ball!