I missed the dancin' days of my youth. See, when I was growing up, dancing wasn't allowed in my house. When I got to high school, I was only allowed to go to prom and other school dances if I promised not to dance. My parents needn't have worried - by then, I was so embarrassed about not KNOWING how to dance that I didn't dare try. Lately, I've been dancin'. I still don't know how, but I'm not letting that stop me anymore. I refuse to be embarrassed by my lack of know-how, or by my flabbiness, or by ANYthing that is so much fun, and so good for my soul.
We can dance if we want to,
we can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance
and if they don't dance
Well they're no friends of mine
Last night at the Poor Rich Folk concert, I danced with Royleesha and Amanda. Good times.
Last week, Cara and her boys were over, and I don't know WHAT got into us exactly, but before I knew it, I had "100% Funk" blaring from my speakers, and we were dancin' all over the place. I moved the family room furniture against the walls and got my GROOVE on. Between gales of laughter, I danced so hard that I worked up a good sweat and got my heart rate goin' ninety-to-nothin'. Aidan impressed us with his floor spinning and break dancing (where DID he learn to do that???), and we all had the BEST time. I think Dance Night at the Kocurs should be a weekly thing. Wanna come?