Dancing the Night Away
It was going to be our first Christmas Eve going out to a restaurant rather than making a homemade feast. My brother would drive to a Chinese restaurant of his choice taking his wife, our mom, and me. We were supposed to leave about 5:30. Around 5 I got a text from my sister-in-law saying: "Bro's hungry. Can you leave now.?" I replied, "Sure." Her reply: "We're on our way."Being a considerate older brother, I decided to wait outside (in freaky summer-like weather and a full moon) at the end of my driveway to save them the time to drive in an honk for me. My brother lives on top of a hill across the street from me, and, with no leaves on the trees, I would be able to see them descending the hill. When I spotted his purple headlights coming down the hill I decided to cross from my mailbox at the end of the drive to directly across the road. I figured I could save bro some time by having him pick me up on the side of the road.
I watched until he reached the bottom of the hill and turned right to approach me. I waited until his car was half the distance between the intersection and me when I crossed the road. He was going pretty slow and I wanted him to see me in the lights. He put on his left turn signal as he approached. To make picking me up a little more interesting and festive, I broke into a dance routine as I was crossing the middle of the road. It was a compilation featuring Walk Like an Egyptian, Electric Boogaloo Slide and Psy's Gangnam Style.
The car decelerated (probably in admiration of the show and trying to prolong my dance moves), I moved to the side of the road and prepared to board the car when it stopped. It continued to slow until it reached me then picked up speed, turned left onto the public road abutting my land, and disappeared into the night. Apparently a complete stranger witnessed my routine. What I considered to be an amusing antic, was probably viewed as a spastic elephant having some kind of seizure or who over indulged in the eggnog.
My family arrived about five minutes later. We had plenty to laugh about during dinner.
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