French Can Can

I had this fantastic idea to have a little French Can Can show with Mademoiselle A at the company Christmas party. There is just a little detail I had forgotten, I am not naturally supple. That I once was able to do impressing splits was indeed a result of hard training, and the only thing I train these days is my tonsils (and it isn’t opera I am talking about). I thought that maybe the extra body weight would help my legs to straighten out, but God, how they resist! I tried yesterday, and there is missing, not just a couple of centimeters, but a meter or two.

I think I need help from Luis, a great Spanish dancer I knew for ages ago. If he still isn’t in chock after I once demonstrated one of my impressing splits from a little hop, and wasn’t able to get up again. Luis became later the artistic director at Moulin Rouge, but he never contacted me to join the dance girls. Was I too short?

Mademoiselle A was quite delighted about the Can Can idea, but we have postponed it to next year. This year I just stick to the same old theme entertaining my colleagues; getting drunk and telling embarrassing stories from my past. There is enough of them until the day I retire.