I don't usually post more than once each day, but I'm going to today.
First of all, an update on my lost paperwork, I still haven't found it. However, I found out that I can get a replacement copy of it (for $20), so I can stop looking. That's a relief!
And now, on the lighter side, I was reading Muddy Runner's blog about taking Tango lessons. It sounds like such a fun thing to do, even though I'm not much of a dancer, myself. I used to go to the dances in high school and all my friends and I would get in a circle and sort of "jump" to the beat instead of really dancing. If I try any "real" moves, I look a little like I'm having a seizure and other dancers in my vicinity are likely to be hurt by my flailing limbs. It's just not in my genes, I guess.
Now slow dancing, that's different. I can do that. I'm not talking about any fancy steps or anything like that, but I'm not too bad at it. My husband and I have never been hurt or injured others while dancing. Slow dancing is fine by me.
This brings me to my story of awkwardness. Years ago (I was still a teenager), at my brother's wedding reception, they had a bride's dance where men could take turns dancing with the bride. It was a slow dance and very dignified. No one looked foolish. When that was over, they announced a groom's dance and invited the ladies to form a circle around the groom and take turns dancing with him. Two of my friends were guests at the reception, so the three of us joined the circle. Things got awkward as soon as the music started. This was no slow dance, this was full out shake your booty dance music! My friends jumped out of the circle so fast there were skid marks on the dance floor, but I didn't react fast enough!
I should pause here and tell you two things. Number one, my brother is a worse dancer than I am. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Did I mention he was bad? Number two, I was a bridesmaid at this wedding, so when you picture this, remember that I am wearing a dusty rose bridesmaid's dress and my brother is wearing a silvery gray tux. Got it?
Ok, back to the story, the music starts and my brother is standing in the middle of the circle sort of twitching back and forth to the beat. I don't recall who jumped in and danced with him first, but there were only a few of us, so my turn came second or third. What a nightmare! He's twitching and I'm flailing. And we look like Donny and Marie because of the way we're dressed. Oh, the humility. Thank goodness no one video taped it.