Could Have Donced All Night

hot party What’s more delightful than the unexpected.

I was sitting at my favorite bistro enjoying a glass of wine. I couldn’t afford lunch but decided, could still enjoy its warm ambiance, for a limited price.

There I was, all gussied up in a favorite dress, something I do to feel better…to act as if all is well and I’m the chicest, prettiest girl in town.

That’s the writer in me folks, spinning a fanciful tale.

There was a group of young Italians sitting at a round table across from me. They looked like an Armani ad, with a touch of the Gap thrown in. European style with its effortless approach always grabs my attention. Reminds me how in Italy, everyone looks great.

When I got up to leave one of the girls, all of 18, said in a clipped Italian accent, “Scusi…we’a think…yua Auda’rey Hep’a-burn.”

Of course this stopped old, vain me like a freight train.

“Thank you…such a compliment, but I assure you I’m not her.” I figured they were too young having no idea she died over 20 years ago.

“We are going doncing…tua club…will yua come?”

Now, even this is so un-American, to spontaneously invite Audrey Hepburn to come join them as they boogaloo down Broadway.

Maybe it was the wine, or just the desire to feel vital for a change, but I went…piling into a cab down to a place in the village with a 5-piece band playing songs like, Rock Around The Clock and Runaway, tunes even their parents weren’t alive yet for.

We danced together in a large circle as if we were one big shooting star, and the most amazing thing?

I could hear the music, I could hear them laugh.

My ears, those little pranksters, clearly were dancing too.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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20 Responses to Could Have Donced All Night

  1. micklively says:

    I only dance when I’m “in my cups” these days and then regret the state of my joints in the morning. We have our office Christmas bash tonight and folk are already threatening me with the dance floor. I must stay sober!
    I am very happy that dancing has fixed your ears; though I can’t even begin to imagine what the mechanism for that could be. 😉

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Spontaneous joy is often the best kind. I’m glad your ears perked up for the event!

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  3. Jeanette Hamilton says:

    Sometimes it’s so great just to seize the moment and see where it takes you. I’m so happy you had fun with your new young friends. And i wish you the merriest of Christmases, Susannah.

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  4. Rubenstein, Hal says:

    Great story !

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  5. katecrimmins says:

    You have those classic looks. Remember I mistook you for Wilhelmina not all that long ago. So glad you hopped in that cab. Adventures only happen to the adventurous.

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  6. Lynn says:

    You rock Audrey, I mean Susannah! Spontaneous dancing is just the best!

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  7. The only photo of Audrey those girls have seen are the black and white ones with quotes, so the mistaken identity was a compliment. Good for you dancing the night away …. just another pretty young girl on the town!

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  8. Arthur Seder says:

    What a lovely and uplifting post! Can’t remember the last time I danced at all, much less spontaneously! I wish you a joyous and hopeful Christmas and New Year Susannah!

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