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Imagine the situation. You're a socially awkward country gal and you've reluctantly agreed to attend the wedding of a friend of a friend.
So, not really knowing anyone, you've spent the day feeling like a bit of a spare part and you are just beginning to feel that those off the cuff remarks people are making to one another consist of the words "who is she?".
Never mind, it will all be over soon for it is the final act in this tortuous showpiece of your social ineptness - the disco.
And, in time honoured tradition, it begins with the bride and groom taking to the floor whilst everone else gathers round in a circle to observe their gyrations.
Then, you suddenly become the subject of the bride's attention and a gesticulation has you break free from the throng to join the happy couple with a little solo routine of your own in front of a room full of people you barely know.
As soon as you are in full flow, though, you really are not imagining the words "who is she?" this time as it dawns on you that you had misinterpreted the bride's signal for somebody to take a photo as a request for you to join them on the floor.
And whats more, once you've started there is no way of extricating yourself in an elegant manner and you have to endure what has surely got to be the longest 3 minutes of your life.
So, not really knowing anyone, you've spent the day feeling like a bit of a spare part and you are just beginning to feel that those off the cuff remarks people are making to one another consist of the words "who is she?".
Never mind, it will all be over soon for it is the final act in this tortuous showpiece of your social ineptness - the disco.
And, in time honoured tradition, it begins with the bride and groom taking to the floor whilst everone else gathers round in a circle to observe their gyrations.
Then, you suddenly become the subject of the bride's attention and a gesticulation has you break free from the throng to join the happy couple with a little solo routine of your own in front of a room full of people you barely know.
As soon as you are in full flow, though, you really are not imagining the words "who is she?" this time as it dawns on you that you had misinterpreted the bride's signal for somebody to take a photo as a request for you to join them on the floor.
And whats more, once you've started there is no way of extricating yourself in an elegant manner and you have to endure what has surely got to be the longest 3 minutes of your life.