The Barracuda

Out came the Italian silk suit (see Divas Night Out November 2009). I matched it with a glittering evening top (inherited), my stylish black coat (also inherited) and I was ready for a night on the town. M and I were headed, together with an unmarried colleague of his, to the company's annual holiday gala (see Ride Sally Ride October 2009).

Over the years it has become an annual tradition that the three of us are an item at the gala. So much so, that this year Geena picked us up and chauffeured us to the Hotel Vancouver for our shindig.

One of the company treats was an automatic photograph cubicle to snap how good you look in your glitter rags! M and I lined up for our photograph. Geena joined us to have our picture taken. Like I said, we've become an item at the company gala.

Geena challenged us to do The Barracuda. The What? Well, what you do is open your eyes really wide and blow bubbles with your lips when the camera takes your picture. You look wide eyed, blubbery lipped and not real pretty - kinda barracuda like. Sure, why not?

Thankfully, we had four shots to get it right. As you can tell from the progression, Geena had a bit of a time getting her face into the shot. We had to encourage her to cosy up to M. Like I said...

M got it right straight away. He's proving to be a keen party animal. I, of course, had a bit of time loosening up. First I was tense, next a touch more relaxed but still looking down trying to figure it out and then ... I got it! It was great fun. We roared with laughter from beginning to end. No one else seemed to have as much fun in the cubicle as we did. But then again, like I said...

Much later, heading back to the banquet hall after the dessert buffet, we passed the open doors of the dance hall. The band was playing. M grabbed my hand and groovied through the doors. He wanted to dance. The dance floor was big and empty. Not another soul out there. I hesitated, and then agreed.

We hardly recognised ourselves out on the dance floor alone. Other patrons had already mingled in, standing to the side or finding a spot at the occasional tables. M and I danced anyhow. We applauded ourselves and the band at the end of the song. M was all geared up for the second song but I called it quits. It wasn't a good song and my bravado had cooled.

That wasn't the last dance of the evening. We like to dance and so does Geena. The three of us hit the dance floor, now full with others, shortly afterwards. We groovied the night away. At times I danced on my own; as long as the music is good I'll stay right out there.

At eleven o'clock the three of us called it a wrap. There wasn't much more fun we were going to squeeze out of the night. We had done the Barracuda, danced solo, and boogeyed our hearts out. What more was there to do?