Dancing With the Devil

I am dismayed to report that the Floating Nuptial Roadshow will not be pitching its magnificent tent in Cairo, as Foxy and I had not only hoped for, but actually anticipated. We were informed by the female Elders in Foxy's clan that, if held in Egypt, the wedding would be an utter bore and a complete disaster. There was nary a dissenting voice in this resolution, and my ears are still ringing with their conviction.

Egypt, boring?

Let me explain: On Monday, at the ladies' daily teatime telephone conference, presided over by Foxy's mother, the idea was roundtabled, and it was concluded that conservative Egyptian sensibilities would preclude them from any kind of dancing at the wedding. You see, when Arab women dance at these events, it tends to be less like its high-impact, aerobic Western counterpart, and more like something meant to showcase the beauty and sensuality of the female form.

From what I'm told, traditional Arabic dance, when done by wives and mothers, would be looked upon as promiscuous and immoral in Egypt. So it was agreed: no dancing, no wedding.

By the way, anybody who has any insight into this may feel free to comment. I'm sure that there are a variety of points of view on this matter.

I'm going to delve into the latest Harry Potter installment for now. Hopefully, his latest madcap adventure will take my mind off the disappointment. Truthfully though, Harry's been a bit of a wet towel in the last few books. But that's a matter for another post.