Dancing on Burrard

Worried about the meeting I arrived early, dressed to the ‘nines.’

Of all places, right outside the building where I was to have the 9th floor meeting was an eight man blues band all hooked up to their electronics and Kenny Wayne on the piano singing his ass off. The jive was spot on and I danced in the sun and in front of at least 200 onlookers on a bright day in that business district of Burrard St amidst all those splendid, sparkling glass buildings. And I danced and cadenced like a 17 year old and then I realized I was being watched.

All that observation increased me somehow as I was not then self-conscious, but I was aware of being watched there in my jacket and tie, old briefcase to the side, snapping my fingers and shifting my hips etc (dancing, gotcha?).

After the band finished and I proceeded to my meeting in the building, on the elevator the first woman (a lovely Asian) told me “I wanted to dance with you.” On my way out, on the sunny street a couple confessed they would have enjoyed to dance with me. I was surprised and said, “Sometimes, as you may recall, we have to dance.” We laughed remembering our youth.

It was a pleasure to dance for them all. And Kenny Wayne and his band knew and appreciated it that glorious few moments on Burrard.