A blog was asking about a song that
brings back memories. Which I named
American Pie and Johnny B. Good.
The Johnny B. Good reminded me that
when I do hear it, my feet start to dance.
Which is odd as I haven't danced in years.
I think I can say 10 years at least and be
honest about it.
I use to love to go out and do the fast dances,
and even the slow ones. I was never really good
at it, but I tried and I had fun. I didn't do as bad
as Elaine on Seinfeld, but I was about average or
lower. Think, white girl has no rhythm.
So what stopped? I don't know, as I look back
at it. I guess it was when I went to work, at the
nursing home. My days or nights off, which ever I
was working, had a lot to do with it, It took 6 weeks
to get a weekend off. And there was so much more
I rather do than go to a bar and dance.
That could be another reason too. I don't do well in
the bar scene. The loud music so you can't talk, the
smoke so heavy you can't breathe. Maybe that had
a lot to do with it too.
And dances like the old grange dances were as good
as gone. Then there is the music. Rap sure isn't my
deal. Hard Rock wasn't mine either. Swing and sway,
rock and roll, was more my type.
So do you dance still? where? what type of dancing?
Did you Sumba, Rumba, Tango or Can Can?
Not me...before my time. I started out with the Two Step
and Waltz and some Polka. Then the jitterbug. But now,
nothing. How about you?
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