Footloose

I love to dance.
I am proud to say that I do not have two left feet
I can move them if you show me how.
As long as it does not involve my toes touching anything
past my ankles, or me bending down to touch my toes.

I really can dance.
The problem is I just can’t dance gracefully.
In fact I look like a bouncing ball when I dance,
or a big fat penguin trying to bust a move.
Okay except Mambo…Mambo sure can dance.

Anyway, my lack of grace has not stopped me
from wearing my dancing shoes.
Thanks to my Mom, I learned how to do the
basic cha-cha, swing, and boogie steps as a child.
When I was living in Maryland and getting over my
Dad’s death and figuring out what to do with my then
boyfriend, I signed up for jazz classes at the community center.
That lasted about 2 months…the boyfriend got in the way.

Then I had the balls to go to hip-hop dance classes.
Yes you read it right…hip-hop.
I neither looked hip nor was I hopping,
and I hated the wall of mirrors in that room.

I also did ballroom dancing courtesy of my friend Connie.
I tagged along whenever I can to her ballroom dancing socials.

Then I moved to NYC.
Only danced I did there was in the tiny and over crowded Café Wha.

Now that I am in Lexington, KY
I recently started doing….
Country/Western Line Dancing!
Yee haw!!!

We started off with the Electric Slide, just because
it’s one that almost everyone knows.
Then I learned how to do the Watermelon Crawl, Cow Girl
Twist, Alley Cat, and two others that I just can’t recall the name.
No, “Achy Breaky Heart” was not one of them.
Yes, I will be learning the steps to that song.
Yee haw!!!

So I'm dancing once again.
New city, new style of dance.
As Kenny Loggins once said,
“I’m turning it loose!
Footloose!”