Dear Saddle Bags:
Thank you for opening in Savannah in May. You’ve filled the country dance hall/saloon void that formed when Stetson’s on Mall Boulevard closed. (Stetson’s is now Star Castle Family Entertainment Center. Not a suitable replacement, in my opinion.)
You are now the go-to place when Eddie and I need a night out. (Don’t judge. We don’t get out much. You’ll see why we like it here.)
Where else can the young, middle-aged and old mingle so happily together — watching the band, dancing, riding a bull? You are a place where young men help older, drunk women heave themselves onto the bull’s back.
You are a place where men proudly carry purses.
You are a place where men in cowboy hats wear Mardi Gras beads in July.
You are a place where other men in hats line dance alongside their accountants while two drunk girls dance with each other.
You are a place where men are fond of dirty dancing — with each other.
In short, you are everything a people-watcher could want. Thank you for bringing so much joy into my life.
See you in a couple of weeks!
Beth
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Oh you poor thing! You need to come to Maine and go to the local Dance Hall! Yes, we have those still. You haven’t lived until you survived what we call “The Circle Jerk”. All the men dance around in a giant circle on the outside, while the girls are on the inside going the opposite direction. Until the music stops. (That’s the jerk part.) You have to dance with the fine upstanding gentleman who “stands” in front of you. If your lucky, he is unsuccessful in the standing part which gives you a graceful way out back to your table! All for $8 bucks and it’s BYOB. As a people watcher myself, truly have a better appreciation of the range of life a dance hall presents!
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Oh my golly! I’m glad you explained the meaning, because I know that as something else! That sounds hilarious. I would love to see this in action.
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