Yes, I know I don't normally post on Tuesdays (or Thursdays - so keep an eye out then too), but I wanted to share a couple of instances with you. Instances that didn't involve Julie.
Today's little bonus Gem happened when me and Julie went to a barn dance. OK, the barn was technically a beer tent in a field, but that had its own little benefits (*ahem*). We had a great time, even accounting for (or maybe including) the utter ineptness of some of us and the fact there were a few young children wandering around.
There was one other factor that helped the evening go well - or at least along in a very entertaining manner. You see, barn dances generally have someone known as a 'caller'. The Caller, usually a man, needs to have a fine set of lungs - barring that, a half-decent PA system. This is because, he is the man upon whom everything depends.
He is the man who keeps track of things.
He is the man who needs to be adaptable to the vagaries of the 'dancers' in his care.
He is the man who needs to give clear and precise instructions for said 'dancers'.
That's cleared that up, then.