Dance-A-Thon

En route to the Shindig last night,
passed a sign by the entrance to the old CCD...
"DANCE-A-THON 10AM-10PM".
It was just touching 9 in the evening.
Wow. They still have these?
Some sort of charity or fundraiser?
The only recent reference I have is cover to
Holly Golightly album.
How quaint.
How folksy.
How sepia-tinted.
50's rhubarb pie & pints of iced tonic.
Sweaters & low-hemmed skirts,
whisking to the orchestra & Chubby Checker.

I couldn't imagine being hoe-tied to someone that long...
twelve hours!
What do you say? (or are you conserving strength?)
What if you get an erection?
What if you get irritable with one another?
What if you get disgusted?
Does anyone look & smell & feel that good for so long,
or am I just so not touchy-feely these days?

Last night, many hours later...
I had a lovely chat w/ a very attractive lady
from the Czech Republic.
Not a filmmaker
Not an actress...although she supposedly had long ago.
A student of photo & geography.
She was a professional tour guide getting ready to head West
at the drop of a hat.
Catch some of the Montana or was it Wyoming air?
She had been to Africa and Ireland...
and of course her homeland.
Quincy was just a night out "for fun" w/ her.
She had the most fantastic dress,
sort of this yellow lamenated montage,
like an oily moth's wings.
And she leaned into me as we spoke for nearly 1/2 hour
while her tanked female compatriot drooped
across the dance floor w/ some Quin-say B-Boy wigger type
(not as natty as me w/ that new fedora purchase!)
This lovely lady suggested some foreign films for me to view,
very non-violent ones.
And you know what? Even if I never see her again
(and let's face it, she has my contact info...I don't have hers)
I'll still check 'em out.
Many many many hours later.

Does that represent sustainted contact?
Or is that just another bad analogy,
as I head home alone & again?
To the same house
The same bed
This dreck?
Twelve hours going on _____________