Last night I did something I haven’t done in a long time. I danced, and danced, and danced. No, I wasn’t out at one of the local pubs after having a few. I was at a high school graduation party. The 18 year olds had long since gone and there were 3 or 4 of us 40 somethings rocking the house and shaking our booties. Earlier in the day, we were reading some of the “end of the world” posts. They were amusing and a little bit silly but it got me to thinking about what I would do if I thought the world was going to end.
Bruce Cockburn has a song that goes something like this…”if it were the last night of the world…what would I do that was different, unless it was champagne with you.” This morning when I woke up, besides wondering how stiff I’d feel today, I realized that if it had been the last night of the world I wouldn’t do anything different. I’d happily dance, dance dance with my friends until the very end.