BeCuz and I never need a reason to get together, but we love it when we have one. Being ultimate ’80s fans, I purchased her a ticket to OMD for her birthday.
When we arrived at the venue we found it to be sold out – turns out we aren’t the only people in town who like synth-pop. Most people were dressed in present-day attire. There were a few, however, who were dressed in mod(ern) attire. Made me wish I had pulled my Contempo Casuals Body Glove dress out of the dirty clothes.
As we were watching the band, one of the pub patrons from St. Patrick’s Day, with whom I shared my corned beef, walked by. He invited us to join them down in the center of the venue. “Follow me,” he said. “I’ll make sure you get close. It’s the least I can do – you shared corned beef and cabbage with me.”
McCluskey, the lead singer, was dancing up a storm on stage and giving me all kinds of dance ideas/maneuvers for my next stage performance. “I dance bad,” he told the crowd, “but at least I’m doing it. I’m 51 years old and still doing this.” The crowd went wild. He then made a particular move and facial expression that reminded me of the scene in Music and Lyrics when Hugh Grant threw his back out. “I have a feeling that’s going to hurt tomorrow,” I told BeCuz. “I’m really digging his dance moves,” BeCuz replied. “Reminds me of my husband.”
After a few slow songs, McCluskey announced they were going to pick up the pace a bit and play some songs that would require “mindless dancing.” “Haven’t we been doing that the whole time?” asked BeCuz. “I hadn’t really thought about it,” I replied and, like a couple of Tesla Girls, we continued with our mindless dancing.