Dancing with an Old Man!

So, here's a little story for you. The other night we (Helen and I) went to an adults only Halloween party. We were part of an 80's rock band. Apparently, I looked like Brett Michaels. Anyway, while there, the host of the evening was out on the dance floor dancing by himself. He was dressed as "The Mask", zoot suit and all. He had imbibed a fair amount. [Background: His daughter had been found dead by her own son the week prior, who incidentally is heading to Iraq tomorrow. So to be fair, a bit of liquid relaxant might have been in order.] When I saw him on the dance floor, I just had to join in. I don't know what came over me, but I we dance I twirled him, he twirled me. And then...I dipped him. More like I dropped him. While I am a strong guy, his mass was more than my muscle could handle at that particular moment. He was alright, no harm. We all laughed and had a good time. His wife took over for me and slow danced with him for a minute and then had him sit down. And that is my adventure "Dancing with an Old Man".