Saturday night a group of friends and an entire theatre of like-minded people attended the 2015 Kings Point Follies. We journeyed back in time via music and dance to the 1950s and 1960s. Fun, fun, fun. Since I am younger than the teens of the 50s, I can only remember my sister dancing and singing to such songs as Little Grass Shack, All of Me, or Mack the Knife. One of mother’s songs was King of the Road. Me, well I enjoyed travelling back in time to Sonny and Cher singing I Got You Babe and Connie Francis’ Where the Boys Are. I am really a rock ‘n roll kinda girl and even heavy metal!, but I enjoyed the trip down memory lane to me as a young teenager.
In the midst of all the singing and dancing, I was thinking of the word “Follies”. Yes, we associate it with a song and dance routine with elaborate costumes and much reverie for a few hours. But, “folly” does not have such a meaning. Basically, it means foolishness, lacking good sense, and the past tense of “folly” is “follies”. So, the past tense follies has nothing to do with the follies I saw Saturday night. Or maybe it does. I can tell you I had many follies in my youth as I danced the night away and I did not think all that dancing was a folly. I have had many follies as I drove through snow and ice storms in winter months, and, boy, have I made some stupid mistakes, some follies, in my life. Hasn’t everyone? The Kings Point Follies were not foolish or rash or showed senseless behavior; and in my life, I never thought my follies were foolish, rash or senseless. It’s just looking back that I see the follies of my behavior.
And on that note, I have to reiterate a joke that was given Saturday night.
This young couple was on their way to get married in the Catholic church when they were in a horrible car wreck and both were killed. They went to the Pearly Gates of Heaven and while waiting to see St. Peter, they wondered if they could get married in heaven. Once St. Peter came to the gate, they asked him their request. He told them that question was never asked before and he would have to go and find out. St. Peter left. He was gone for a long time, a couple of months, and during that time, the couple start thinking. Well, if the marriage does not work out, can we get a divorce. Finally after months being gone, St. Peter comes back and tells them they can get married. They then ask St. Peter their question, if the marriage does not work out, can we get a divorce? St. Peter slams down his clipboard, and says, “It took me three months to find a Catholic priest to marry you, do you have any idea how long it will take me to find a lawyer”?
Until next time….