the social club dance.

Saturday night, Ben and I celebrated our 3 year wedding anniversary. Our anniversary isn’t until Wednesday, but Ben said he had a special date night planned for Saturday. I could tell he was really excited about it. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going because he said it was a ‘surprise’. I hate surprises. I really do.

So we sent PB to my momma’s house for the night. I spent 45 minutes trying to decide what to wear for a special surprise date. I tried half my closet on, and then convinced myself that I had ‘no’ clothes. I’m at an awkward clothes stage right now. I’m trying not to look like the Ryder’s jeans mom, but I feel borderline inappropriate shopping at Forever 21 and Target’s junior section. I settled on a modest mom outfit, slapped on some eyeliner, and we hit the road.

We went to eat first. We had a nice little dinner. There were rolls involved, so that’s always a win in my book. I pleaded with Ben to tell me what he had planned for the rest of the night. After an hour of pure annoyance, he obliged and told me we were going ‘dancing’.

Let me explain something here first. A couple of weeks ago, Ben and I were talking about our high school proms. Since we went to different high schools, Ben said he wished we would have gotten to go to a prom or a dance together. And since I have two left feet, I lied and said I wished that too.

Enter Saturday night.

Ben said he found a ‘social club’ that was having a dance at a visitor’s center on Saturday night from 8 to 10, and he thought this would be the perfect opportunity to finally go to a ‘dance’ together. I was so impressed by his thoughtfulness and his initiative, that I didn’t really even ask any questions about this ‘social club’ dance. I imagined it to be just like a prom or a school dance.

In hindsight, the red flags should have started in the parking lot of the visitor’s center. There were Buicks, Cadillacs, Cutlass Supremes, and even a few 3-wheeled motorcycles. I thought it to be a little odd that there were several older, ‘mulleted’ men in the parking lot, but I can’t discriminate because I once had a mullet, too.

When we walked up to door, I heard Alan Jackson blaring on the speakers. We could see a few older people moving through a little slit in the door. They probably just worked at the visitor’s center, though.

Ben held the door open for me and followed me in.




When I say the music almost stopped, I’m not exaggerating. The way the door was positioned put us right in the middle of the dance floor. People stopped. They stared. We had just walked in to the Tennessee Line and Progressive Partner dance.

And we were 40 years younger than anyone there.

I have to stop here as I’m typing this and just laugh. Really. This would happen to us. We crash a senior citizen’s line dancing event, thinking we are going to some cool, hip dance.

People were dressed in cowboy boots and hats and fluffy skirts. The median age for this event had to be 75.

And these guys could dance! They were line dancing their socks off. Ben and I just stood at the door with our mouths dropped open. We couldn’t leave. It would be too awkward. Everyone was staring at us. Eventually, a sweet little lady, Lillian, came over and introduced herself. She welcomed us and Ben told her we were celebrating our 3 year wedding anniversary. Yep. At a line-dancing club with senior citizens.


She grabbed our hands and told us to hop in line. So, my friends, Ben and I spent then next 2 hours line dancing the night away with a bunch of old folks. And it was hilarious. We had a such a good time. We tried to sneak a few pictures because we were certain that NO ONE would believe this was how we spent our 3 year wedding anniversary.

We had a blast. The people were so sweet. Ben caught on quick. I, on the other hand, hung out in the back of the pack with Elbert, an older gentleman I assumed to be about 82 years old. And I could barely hang with him.

We danced until we couldn’t keep up anymore, and we said goodbye to the line-dancing crew. Just as we were walking out the door, we heard “Wobble Baby” come on the loud speakers. For those of you unfamiliar (like me) with “Wobble Baby”, ‘VIC’ sings/raps this song. And for those of you unfamiliar with ‘VIC’, this is he:

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So as you can imagine, Ben and I ran back in to watch these senior citizens dance to “Wobble Baby”, and dance they did:


(Excuse the quality of the video. I’m technologically impaired)

I have never laughed so hard in my life. Ben and I both danced with them and I videoed part of it to save as evidence that there’s a little ‘G’ in everyone. HAHA. I’m still laughing, y’all!

Have a blessed Tuesday 🙂


15 thoughts on “the social club dance.

  1. Omgosh, that is soo funny. Just picturing y'all standing at the door seeing the older people dancing. Lmbo. Well, at least he tried lol.


  2. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! There aren't enough “ha ha's” in the world… this made me smile! Love it!!! Also I hate surprises too. This would probably be a reason why… hahahaha… although definitely would've appreciated the thoughtfulness of the hubs.


  3. I knew it was going to be old people when you said visitor center!!!!! baaaaaaaaaahahahah i'm so happy right now. i don't think it could get any better. i love that you all stayed and danced – i would have done the exact same thing!


  4. I laughed so hard reading this I woke Mike up! This is hilarious and WAY better than any “good” anniversary surprise. You came out of it having a good time with an awesome story to tell forever! Great present!


  5. First of all, I LOVE reading your blog. Your posts never let me down. I do admit however that I have been slacking and haven't read in a while. I'm so glad I decided to catch up, this cracked me up! Happy late anniversary!


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