I hung out at The Crab Trap tonight. For those of you that don't know it, it's an institution in Somers Point New Jersey. The age of the place is only exceeded by that of its customers. The Crab Trap is known for attracting the elder statesmen of the area. Hell the early bird dinner starts at 3:00p.m. I'm usually just finishing up lunch. They refer to the meals as Twilight Dinners. Twilight? At three? I'm pretty sure we are outdoing Florida with this one.
But boy did I get a lesson on energy. There was a silver-hared lady who was on that dance floor from the moment the music started. You see on Wednesday nights there is live music. People come to dance. Really dance too. No grinding. Well okay. I kind of grinded. But in my defense the seventy-year-old that dragged me out on the floor had been a runner for thirty years and was hot to trot. I still got it. Oh yeah.
But seriously. It was nice to be in a place where everyone was friendly, where men were asking women to dance, and you could leave your purse on your chair and have it be there when you returned. It's the little things people. Tonight good company, $3 Shock Top and some Barry White made me feel young again. So did being the only person in the room without an AARP card.