Money can’t buy rhythm

You know how sometimes you think money can buy everything? It can buy love, stuff, fun, nice clothes friends – not the kind of love or friends that I think I want, but some people are into that. I know this one gal that says you should marry the first time for money and the second for love. I’m not sure about that philosophy, but I’d like both the next time around.

News flash, money can’t buy rhythm. One of my service clubs had our big Christmas program today – this group is huge, we’re talking 300+ members – so the events are a pretty big deal. I’m not in with the ‘popular’ crowd, so usually just keep a low profile.

So there’s this totally rich gal in town, we’re talking the who’s who. She’s got the house on the one street that all the wealthy people live and the whole lifestyles of the rich & famous house.

Part of the program was a band and choir (made up of members), which was actually impressive. BUT, for all the $$ this lady’s got, she could not move to the beat. I mean it was like watching a middle schooler do the side -to -side shuffle, kind of like step aerobics without the step. This was before the days that kids ‘grind’ or whatever they call it.

So for all of my broke-ness right now, I’ve at least got some dance moves. I might not have a lot of cashola, but I can shake my booty when its called for. Not like when I do the ‘Elaine’ dance, which seems to entertain a lot of folks, but I had to stop doing it because I think people thought I actually danced like that.