Hubby and I are going to a concert this weekend (more on this later) and I know they’ll be some dancing going on. Now, I’m of the opinion that people probably shouldn’t do this (dance in public) after say, the age of 45. Maybe women can get away with it a little longer, push that envelope a bit.
I’m all about having fun and letting go when the occasion calls for it. I used to dance my a*s off at one point in my life. I’d sling my hair around, twirl, cavort and I must say, I think I did a pretty good job of it. In the days when my sis and I used to go “clubbing” I was much braver than she was. We’re talking hands up in the air, pelvic grinding, lips pursed, head nodding, the whole bit. Once I was out on the dance floor just gettin’ it and she walks over and says to me:
“Brigitte, you may want to tone it down a bit. You look like a solid gold dancer.” (They were hot in the 80s.)
H to the ells, yes I did, which of course, made me get even more jiggy with it. But, I could pull it off then. Alas, I think that public dancing thing is for the younger (teens, twenties, thirties). Unless you’re at some reunion or wedding where everyone is dancing and you’re reliving those days. It’s great! Fun! But, I wouldn’t want any cameras rolling because I certainly wouldn’t want that showing up on YouTube. Maybe, I’ve become more reserved, more inhibited or maybe I’ve seen other people of a certain age dancing and I don’t know….
When hubby does his dance thing at home, it’s always the same. Shoulders up, fists kind up near his waist and he pumps his upper body from side to side, his hips going the opposite way and his feet doing some strange little shuffle. “You are soooo sexy,” I tell him. Which makes him get into it even more. (Honey, I know you read this from time to time and you can bust a move, oh yeah you can.) In all his swarthy, clunky glory he’s no Fred Astaire, but he tries and laughs at himself. Which makes me laugh and that’s the point of it, right? To have fun.
Then we’ll both dance, but this is in the privacy of our home. Or in our backyard with some tunes playing. It’s fun to dance. I do it often, alone. In more public venues — I’ve passed that torch to the ones that can keep the fire burning longer than I can and hold it up much more adeptly.
Have you ever watched people dancing when you can’t hear the music? It really looks kind of bizarre. People flailing about, not knowing exactly where to look, doing one move for awhile before going into another, then going back into that original move.
Especially the hetero white male, you can tell he’s slightly uncomfortable but still trying to keep the cool factor going to impress the ladies. Remember in the movie When Harry Met Sally and Billy Crystal was talking to Meg Ryan about the “whole life-of-a-single-guy” and he says that when a man and woman do the “safe lunch,” then the dinner, then go dancing and the guys’s doing “the white-man’s over-bite,” that’s what I’m referring to.
Women move more gracefully, I think. It’s just my opinion. Not being sexist here, guys, but seriously, for the most part, women are better dancers. I’m talking just average people here — not Broadway dancers or trained peeps that do this for a living.
Anyway, I’m sure I’ll find myself swaying a bit and hubby will do his shoulder thing. Who knows, we may go into some full break dancing or a few kick ball changes. And oh yes, I will give faith a fighting chance, but when I have the choice to sit it out or dance, I’ll most likely be doing that in my backyard.
Have a great weekend and dance,
dance I say.
Photo creds: Solid Gold