I couldn't stop...

Corbett | May 27, 2004 1:39 PM

I was at a dinner party with a bunch of well dressed fashionable 30 somethings. A good mix of Chinese and foreigners. It was a nice place, all white, with about 20 people sitting around a big white table. The hostess had done a great job, but when one guest bit into the salad, she started be-bopping like Dizzy Gillespie, which I thought was way cool. Each dish apparently had some musical connotation. The other guests looked a little stunned. I guess they had no musical juice in their bodies, so they didn't bop. They just ate. I bit into a tangy Cuban shrimp dish, and immediately snapped to my feet like a marionette, and started shashaying around the table. I couldn't stop. A funky rhumba was creeping out of my bones. Some woman was coming from the kitchen, so I grabbed her, and started dancing with her very Desi Arnaz like, and spun and dipped and shook all the way to the kitchen, where I said, "Damn, that was some good shrimp," and gulped down two Vodka Tonics to cool the steaming latino inside. My impromptu dance partner looked a bit flustered, and the guests thought I was nuts, but the be-bopper and I had a moment of eye contact which said "I can't wait to try the next dish."

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