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Circle of Friends September 8, 2013

Posted by nrhatch in Fiction, Humor, Music & Dance, Word Play.

Wikipedia ~ Dredge

I scanned the room, wondering who had dredged the bottom of the gene pool to compile this motley mess.

Gyrating hips and hipsters occupied the dance floor.

Transfixed by the less-than-smooth moves of countless flailing limbs, I stood on the perimeter of the precipice, sipping a frozen  margarita.

Is this what social gatherings had become in my absence?

A sea of misfits twitching and twisting and twerking around in a lawful, yet lewd, display of claimed carnality?

Tiggers-R-UsIn horrified fascination, I watched writhing torsos engaged in blatant mating rituals designed to entice the preferred gender to take a gander.

Satisfied this foray was not the way to expand my circle of friends, I fled the scene ~ claiming a pert and perky pink parasol as a suitable souvenir.

Aah . . . that’s better!

Jumble Prompt:  Dredge, Occupy, Frozen, Social, Lawful, Entice . . . Circle of Friends

Related post:  Sidey’s Weekend Theme ~ Circle


1. SidevieW - September 8, 2013

i think you and i have better circles of friends than just these 😉

nrhatch - September 8, 2013

When it’s too loud to converse, it’s difficult to determine if anyone has anything of import to share. 😕

SidevieW - September 8, 2013

and I have always battled when there is loud background noise

nrhatch - September 8, 2013

I loved going to concerts but didn’t want to try and talk over the music. I just wanted to soak it all in.

If I’m interested in chatting, the background noise must be kept to a dull roar.

2. Grannymar - September 8, 2013

A ‘pert and perky pink parasol’ that is so musical, unlike the the social gathering you describe with tinnitus inducing decibels of migraine music spilling through the speakers.

nrhatch - September 8, 2013

There’s an apt description ~ “tinnitus inducing decibels of migraine music spilling through the speakers.”

Hey . . . maybe that’s what all the texting is about! :mrgreen:

“YOWSA, It’s loud!”

“What??? I can’t hear you.”

“I said it’s loud.”

“Nope. Still can’t hear you . . . text me.”

Grannymar - September 8, 2013

Yea! we now have the real answer. 😆

nrhatch - September 8, 2013

By, George, I think we’ve solved the mystery. 😉

3. Pix Under the Oaks - September 8, 2013

No more texting! Well, wait.. it is better than having everbody’s phone’s ringtone going off in restaurants and every place else! I don’t even want to start my rant on twerking! I need to go meditate.. 🙂

nrhatch - September 8, 2013

Yes! Some people must have chosen their ringtones using the “We’ve got the MOST ANNOYING YAP for that” app. :mrgreen:

I think I’ll join you.
Breathe deep.

Aah . . . that’s better!

4. ericjbaker - September 8, 2013

Did you miss the word “orgy” on your invitation?

nrhatch - September 8, 2013

In a dance club with music blaring so loud that conversation is nigh impossible, there are two ways to communicate our “primal urges” ~ (1) via sex-text message or (2) by shaking our groove thang! 😛

5. Sandra Bell Kirchman - September 8, 2013

Clever…and cute. I can tell you enjoyed writing this 😉

nrhatch - September 8, 2013

I did! Sidey’s Weekend Theme and this Jumble Prompt allowed me to enjoy dancing with words.

6. Eric Tonningsen - September 8, 2013

I think I would have left the parasol behind. Why tote even a token from the experience? 🙂

nrhatch - September 8, 2013

You wouldn’t have toted the token tote as a taken token? 😛

Perhaps our fictional character wanted a visible reminder that there are worse things than staying home on a Friday night.

7. Tom Merriman - September 8, 2013

A timely escape perhaps, Nancy.

nrhatch - September 8, 2013

Images of Miley Cyrus came to mind while writing this.

One benefit of our relative anonymity is that it’s easier to live down flagrant mistakes when they aren’t front page (or runway) news. :mrgreen:

8. calmgrove - September 8, 2013

I too find late 20th century dancing a guide to how couples might pursue sex privately, and find it deeply embarrassing; it’s one reason why I don’t indulge. But formalised social dance, even when as potentially sensual as Argentine tango, is much more an art form, and one I find more acceptable!

nrhatch - September 8, 2013

The Tango is a delight to watch . . . much more of an art form than shaking our booty in random gyrations. 😉

9. jannatwrites - September 9, 2013

I think I’d run, too! Another entertaining story with seemingly unrelated prompt words that you managed to string together!

nrhatch - September 9, 2013

It’s more challenging to string unrelated words together when you are limited to 33 words . . . but it is a fun exercise to craft a vignette that makes sense without becoming unwieldy due to a word that wants to stand out without fitting in. :mrgreen:

10. William D'Andrea - September 9, 2013

Whatever happened to gracefulness in dancing? I like those old movies with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. (Just the songs, the music and the dancing. I can do without the plots.) There was always gracefulness, stylishness, and definite class. Fred in the famous top hat and tails, and Ginger in her long flowing gowns were truly elegant.

While the plots may have concerned Fred’s attempts to get her out of those gowns, when she finally removed them, it was always off screen. That was actually much more romantic, than when they show everything to the audience, as happens today.

nrhatch - September 9, 2013

It’s been some time since I watch Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire . . . and agree about the plots. Not much to them. But I loved watching them dance.

But I also loved the dancing in Flashdance and FAME and RENT.

11. savitha jvn - September 11, 2013

that’s a nice read. beautifully written:) reminded me of the DJ night that we had on a trip. all i could do was to stand leaning against a pillar, and watch everybody jumping around.

nrhatch - September 11, 2013

Thanks, Savitha. I’ve been to weddings where the DJ played music so loud that NONE of the guests could chat without leaving the room . . . and repeat requests (even from the bride!) didn’t result in a lower volume. Ridiculous.

savitha jvn - September 13, 2013

not even from the bride!! oh my! that’s bad.

nrhatch - September 13, 2013

Silly DJ’s. 😀

12. bluebee - September 11, 2013

Twerking twerps abound.

nrhatch - September 11, 2013

They do, don’t they? 😛

13. elspethc - September 12, 2013

Love it – and all the comments the post has produced too – so many of us seek a very different kind of sensual – but I also remember the appalled response to rock’n’roll and how much I enjoyed that dance so I wonder where I would be if I was not old? Great post.

nrhatch - September 12, 2013

I love rock ‘n’ roll music . . . and dancing. I just like to leave something to the imagination when I’m out on the dance floor. 😉

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