Skye here, one of Copper's Insiders. I know the rules. Blog time.
So last night we went to a party. A church friend (I'll call her Holly) and her partner (Ivy) were celebrating 30-something years together. And while same-sex marriage is not yet legal in our state, the two of them recently took a trip and "made it legal". So this was a big deal for them both.
And both Holly and Ivy went out of their ways to invite us to the party.
Gotta be honest here. I don't like parties. I don't like noise, I don't like crowds, I don't like questionable lighting situations. If I want to celebrate, I'll do it with a handful of people at a restaurant where somebody else gets to clean up the mess. Maybe this has caused me to miss out on fun...but if you're talking about me, Skye, no.
Copper on the other hand...damn. I didn't realize until too late that she likes to dance. Mind you, "likes to dance" and "knows how to dance" are totally different animals! Holy crap. This body spent more time on the dance floor last night than it has in the past 15 years. Better yet, I think that of the handful of people who were dancing, I think Copper was the only one who was 100% sober.
Not that this party was a drunken revel...but it was a party planned for grown-ups by grown-ups. Lots of people brought wine as hostess gifts. And since it was a beach theme, someone made margaritas. I didn't see anyone drunk-drunk...but there were some very *cough* happy *cough* people out there.
I would have been open to a glass of wine. Or rum and Coke. But Copper had total control of the body, and she doesn't drink. Oh well.
Our girl was quite the dancing queen, and she did it stone-cold sober. One very amusing moment came when we saw Pastor gawking at the dance floor. Where there were a grand total of two bodies dancing, one of them ours. I wanted to laugh. Did laugh Inside...but Copper was too busy dancing to notice.
I guess...*sigh* She and I talked about it a little bit after we got home last night. Her reasoning was solid, I guess. Just not terribly comfortable for me. Her point was basically that if we can't make a fool of ourselves at the House of Worship, among friends, where can we?
Valid point. I just don't like making a fool of myself!
But we did have fun. Despite the loudness and crowd, we had a lot of fun. The food was good, the beverages varied, and the music selection as eclectic as the crowd.
It was a good night. Especially for our Dancing Queen.