In years gone by we would go out dancing. I loved dancing and considered it a much
needed work out as much as a way to connect with others. When I think back, this was a fitting
attitude for me to employ since I lacked any rhythmic or dancing talent. However lack of dancing ability never held me
back. With arms flailing and feet
gyrating, in beat or not, I threw myself into the fast moving heat of the
moment. We would dance until we literally
worked up a sweat, resting a moment, refreshing ourselves with cocktails and rehydrating
with water and then joining back with the other frenzied dancers under the
shimmering mirror ball on the dance floor of the disco.
I wasn’t kidding when I said 'in years gone
by’.
On the dance floors there was little to no conversation as I recall as the booming music was
deafening loud. Once we outgrew the
discos we would still join others and kick up our heels at a community dance or
at a house party. Dancing the night away was a great way to spend time with
friends and to work off those extra calories.
Nowadays we don’t go out dancing much however after dinner we do crank
up the music and let loose with our uninhibited and unrestrained moves. Some nights we groove to oldies, other nights
we dance close and lovingly sway to old romantic favorites.
After dinner at our daughter’s home her kitchen also becomes a dance floor and she, her husband and two kids amuse us
with their astonishing and exceptional smooth moves. The songs are often sung or belted out karaoke
style, sometimes a budding musician pounds out a mysterious tune on the piano,
mostly our daughter chooses pop tunes of her era, and we all shake our booty while the kids command the dance floor
and put on the real show.
We all join in during clean up and perform the quick step as we clear the table, bebop our way to the dishwasher, hip hop as we scrape leftovers into the waste bin, and slow dance by the light of the open refrigerator.
One festive evening not too long ago there was cause to celebrate a
birthday. Following dinner, our son-in-law
Rob went into the kitchen to light the abundant candles on the birthday
cake. The dancing music proceeded in
full force and young and old were shaking and gyrating with vigour. Some with more enthusiasm than others, some
with smooth moves and others taking calculated risks that involved injuring
others. (Caution, dancing is not a
spectator sport and can cause injuries.)
Meanwhile one song ended, another began.
This new song happened to be a big favorite of Rob’s. Bohemian Rhapsody with gruesome words such as ‘Mama I Killed a Man’ which has become an
all time favorite and is sung at most celebration dinners. Why that song? Honestly I don’t know or we
just can’t remember!
However, the fully lit cake was abandoned on the counter as Rob wholeheartedly grabbed center stage (a coveted floor space dividing dining room and kitchen) and danced off his entire meal while singing 'Mama I killed A Man' plus amazed us with his innate aptitude at playing air guitar!
While directly behind him scores of small fires were glowing brightly, smoke
was curling upwards, candles were delicately melting and a coconut topped cake
was browning. The aroma of the toasting
coconut alerted us to the kitchen being ablaze mere seconds before the fire
alarm drowned out the blasting music. You can see the cake burning brightly in the background of this picture while Rob dances on. It was a long song...
Much to our hilarity the cake was presented and enjoyed, melted candles, toasted coconut and all.
A FEW NOTES...
Dancing is all about letting go of your inhibitions so don’t try to look
cool while dancing because dancing is all about having fun.
Following are my three personal commandments of dancing:
Following is a youtube link that teaches you how to dance to Lip Gloss by Little Mama
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KjdbAN8PqA
author: Trish Repay (BlackCrowCurios)
However, the fully lit cake was abandoned on the counter as Rob wholeheartedly grabbed center stage (a coveted floor space dividing dining room and kitchen) and danced off his entire meal while singing 'Mama I killed A Man' plus amazed us with his innate aptitude at playing air guitar!
Much to our hilarity the cake was presented and enjoyed, melted candles, toasted coconut and all.
A night of
dancing long to be remembered!
SLIGHTLY TOASTED COCONUT CAKE! |
1.
Thou shall let go of all restrictions and allow the music to draw
you in
2.
Thou shall just relax, get up off that chair, feel the music
and bend your knees, one leg at a time while channelling your natural fun
seeking and creative impulses
3.
Thou shall not light the candles until the music ends...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KjdbAN8PqA
author: Trish Repay (BlackCrowCurios)