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2424What a Night! Just when I begin to think that life doesn't hold much more for someone like me, with limited abilities, life throws me a delicious curve ball.
A Homecoming Dance. That's right, a homecoming dance at the hospice house. I don't know what picture your mind conjures at the thought of the sick, impaired, and dying throwing a party, but I can assure you that we...Burnt...It...Down!

We arrived, with dates in tow and stag; coiffed, braided, hair-sprayed, and gelled; make up artfully applied, and bare-naked faces; dressed to-the-nines, and in their bed clothes. Whether arriving on two feet, or with a walker, or in a manual or motorized wheelchair, volunteers enthusiastically greeted us and guided us to the red carpet, for our first photo opportunity, compliments of Bailey Boushay House. Next, we could go right into the maw of the pulse-pounding beast, or we could head in to get professional portraits taken, again, compliments of Bailey Boushay House. We, my husband and I, opted in for both, PLUS, we took iPad selfies throughout the event. As LMFAO illiterates We're Sexy and We Know It. 

Discotheque-worthy in both sound and light show, inspired bodies to move in whatever way was possible.  A man moved his manual wheelchair in what could only be described as "jitterbug-like". He shook that thang! Though I be quadriplegic and unable to speak, sing, or hum, I was ebullient with the rhythm. My soul felt light; my heart suffused with the feeling of ability and love. Javi once told me that "he's a slave to the music" and I so relate. Although I was exhausted, I could NOT still the bop nor could I stifle my grin. Can't Touch This. 

Remember high school? And electing a Homecoming Court, King, Queen, prince, and princesses? Well, we had 'em, too. And, they were beautiful! Fully fabulous and representin'. Red and purple balloons cascaded over the heads of the newly-christened royal court 'and we were dancing our hearts out, again. It's Raining Men, Hallelujah! (This is Bailey Boushay House, known for it's work with HIV-AIDS patients.)
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