FROM THE EDITOR’S DESK: Sure I can dance
If you haven’t seen my first dance with Holly as a married couple and you haven’t been in the best of moods lately, I suggest you watch it as soon as possible. It will likely be a YouTube sensation and is sure to get more laughs than page views.
Not for my smooth moves, either. It’s more likely that my rhythm-less hip movements and smooth-as-rocks transitions will land me on a blooper reel somewhere. It may be an inspiration for a continued movement towards less music videos on MTV and the start of “Sad Dance Saturdays.”
But I did get through it and I’m pretty sure that, albeit hard to tell, I did not mess up any of the choreographed moves. Even nailed the demanding moves from MC Hammer’s “Can’t Touch This” … see, I told you that you wanted to watch.
After the wedding we headed off to the Bahamas on a big boat for a week (where this column comes from) and for the first time in my life explored the crystal-clear ocean waters.
I had never been snorkeling before this trip. And despite rolling around in a bed of jelly fish and sucking down more than a healthy share of salt water, snorkeling is definitely my new love.
We spent two days in the Bahamas and Little Stirrup Cay and 75 percent of that was exploring the waters and seeing some of the most colorful fish. We found a starfish on the ocean floor and heard rumors of spotted stingrays in the area. I promptly went the other direction.
The other 25 percent of our time was spent on wave runners out on the ocean. If you ever cruise and have the option of playing on wave runners it is worth whatever they charge. We had a blast, even after hitting a sizeable wave at 40mph and launching our machine about six feet in the air and Holly’s butt another two feet higher than that. She was high enough to dunk on LeBron James. Something about hitting 40 miles an hour across the ocean just screams something a boy would love to do. Even though I don’t have that strong desire for typical boy things like chewin’ backer’ and shootin’ stuff, I thoroughly enjoyed doing my best Matthew McConaughey impersonation from “Fools Gold.” A few more curls and I might even have McConaughey’s body.
Holly can wish.
All-in-all the past week-plus with a wedding and amazing honeymoon has been the time of my life.
I hope all went well while I was gone and even though I hate to disappoint the Josh Peterson Hate Club, I am glad to be back.
-Josh Peterson is the editor of the Manchester Times. He is a Tennessee Press Association award-winning writer and photographer. His column, “From the editor’s desk” won TPA first-place honors for best personal humor column. He can be reached by email at firstname.lastname@example.org or by telephone at 931-728-7577 ext. 105. Follow him on Twitter @joshpeterson29