I DANCED AT STAN AND MARGIE'S WEDDING
or, They Don't Pay Waitresses Enough The waitress that I watched all night comes over, says "Come dance with me!" A third my age or even less, prepared to pout if I refuse, she takes my hand (my heart as well) and gets me up and out with her. I start off conscious of my feet, but when she says "All... Sign in to see full entry.