Well this is the third song for the Sultan and this one makes some sense, almost too much sense. The name of the song is Shut Up and Dance.
Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
She said shut up and dance with me
This woman is my destiny
She said oh oh oh
Shut up and dance with me
We were victims of the night
The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and the fading light
Oh we were bound to get together
Bound to get together
She took my arm
I don’t know how it happened
We took the floor and she said
Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
She said shut up and dance with me
This woman is my destiny
She said oh oh oh
Shut up and dance with me
A backless dress and some beat up sneaks
My discotheque Juliet teenage dream
I felt it in my chest as she looked at me
I knew we were bound to be together
Bound to be…
She took my arm
I don’t know how it happened
We took the floor and she said
Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
She said shut up and dance with me
This woman is my destiny
She said oh oh oh
Shut up and dance with me
Oh, c’mon girl
Deep in her eyes
I think I see the future
I realize this is my last chance
She took my arm
I don’t know how it happened
We took the floor and she said
Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
She said shut up and dance with me
This woman is my destiny
She said oh oh oh
Shut up and dance
Don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
She said shut up and dance with me
This woman is my destiny
She said oh oh oh
Shut up and dance with me
Oh oh oh shut up dance with me
Oh oh oh shut up dance with me
I love the energy of that song and the sassiness of the woman I can think of the perfect time to play that song in a Western setting. The First Dance, strutting about and getting into it. The assembled guests would laugh with delight. I am at this present moment, laughing so hard – so very hard.
So I do have some unbelievable times at this hotel. Absolutely unbelievable. I was sitting in the lobby/restaurant bar. The television was on and there was a sporting event take place.
Me: Could you pleas tell me what game they are playing? Is it perhaps, soccer?
He: Yes, it is soccer.
Me: Thanks
Then we talked a little bit more and somehow I mentioned Air Emeries. He took off his outer jacked to reveal a t-shirt that was emblazoned with Air Emeritus. .
Me: What are you doing with that shirt?
He: I play for the Arsenal and we are sponsored by Air Emeritus.
I realize that sounds unbelievable – he lives next door in a huge apartment complex that borders the hotel. So he comes to the hotel to Eat, Drink and Be Merry. Then some one else told me that the stadium is called Emeritus. Yeah! I told him the story of my Uncle Dave Dryburgh who came from Scotland to Regina, Saskatchewan in 1920 at the age of 12. He took his soccer ball, went to the nearby playing field, became a rather renown soccer player and began his writing career with the Regina Leader Post voluntarily writing about soccer matches – which led to his being hired by the newspaper when he could no longer work with his father because of his lungs. That sounds strange but it is true. This all sounds a bit unbelievable. It all does. But it is the truth and I am not even exaggerating. What is the likelihood of any of this? Type truth is stranger than fiction in the search engine of this blog – a fascinating analysis if I do say so myself.
But another strange happening became the topic of an email sent to my faithful few. Here it is, with their responses.
Me: I was just visited by three members of the ruling family in Qutar. Yeah! A girl and her two brothers. They want to see me tomorrow and have invited me to come and stay in the palace. Just might!!’ Alexis the Weird
Jennifer: Wow, that’s great! What a wonderful experience. You go girl!
CPI: Oh, my goodness, I need a bag of gummy worms!
Flower Girl’s Wife: Sounds interesting!! You must go and keep us updated xx
Can see your enjoying yourself and making friends as you go xx
Now that is the truth as well, and need I remind folks that I was born in Saskatchewan, then in my 76th year was visited by three members of the Royal Family of Qatar.
I write in relief. Brian, my Personal Trainer was here and I was massaged and stretched. For the first time in an age I am not in pain and can walk, even without a limp. It feels like heaven. And I told him some secrets and we laughed and laughed and laughed. A feeling of great contentment fills me. I have been a bit tense of late. Now I am fine, perfectly fine.
Plans for the day are amorphous. Again a perfect word which means without a clearly defined shape or form. Its synonyms are: Shapeless, formless, unformed, unshaped, structureless, unstructured, indeterminate, indefinite, vague, nebulous.
So it is a vague and nebulous afternoon and evening. There is no structure but there is a feeling that things will fall into place.
The photograph attached to this blog consists of a bowl of soup. It was placed upon Instagram with the following caption.
Me: I am treated at this hotel like Royalty with a capital R. Yesterday I told them that I could not ear tomatoes soup and today the soup of the day is Lentil Potato, my fav. But I am still jet lagged and all I seem able to do is sleep and listen to Arabic music. Huh? I find it strangely comforting . I may be loosing my mind. The staff has been alerted.! Hahaha
