being jo

fringe could be the next sequin- that little bit of pizazz added to what could’ve been a mundane day. how could anything go wrong when you can twirl around showcasing little strings of glory waving in the wind? in my teens i went to cuba with a bunch of girlfriends- three out of the five of us fell in love with cuban men for the week. my friend jo (we are two jo’s that ride together often referred to as jo squared) chose a partner in a man named rudy. on our final night he he showed up to the disco and with a smile filled with the whitest teeth, and even whiter silk fringed pants proclaimed “tonight, my pants, they dance with me.”