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Boogie Night




Nanny Lauren was married this evening. The nuptials were celebrated with twilight toasts at the Maritime Museum, followed by dancing and merriment. Lucie couldn't stop gushing over Lauren's beautiful gown and the flowers in her hair. She sashayed around the dance floor and twirled her own frock, pausing long enough to do the worm and bust a couple of moves. Grayson was annoyed with all of the glass tinkling and the kissing that followed, but couldn't be stopped once the dance music began. The boy owned the dance floor. The sprinkler, running man, Egyptian, even his moonwalk brought the house down.

Lucie was worried on the way home, though, that her participation in the wedding dance meant that she too was now married. "My want flowers in my hair when I get married," she says. "But my want pink ones."




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Unknown said…
My big question of the night is where did those little ones learn to groove like that? The worm is not generally considered an instinctual movement; therefore, one must deduce that nurture triumphed over nature in this case. Spill it, Wagners, whose favorite movie is Saturday Night Fever?
January 19, 2009 at 8:58 AM
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