Tomorrow is the big black tie benefit for the Lincoln Park Zoo, and I've got butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. I don't know why I'm nervous. I didn't do anything for this event except buy a ticket and an outfit. My only responsibility is to turn up. So why the jitters?
I think it's because of a conversation I had with Peter the other day. Pete is a really good dancer - a proper one, as in ballroom dancing. He doesn't do it anymore, but I guess you don't ever lose your sense of rhythm or your confidence on the dancefloor. But I have a rigid fear of organised dancing.
I can do the "Nutbush City Limits" marathon, squished in with other drunken revellers, but I'm not good at the one-on-one, boy-and-girl, twirly dancing around the floor. I remember going to a wedding a few years ago, and two male friends asked me to dance and all I could muster was a shuffle around the floor. I was really embarassed, I remember, but the boys were good natured enough not to notice. When Marty dipped me backwards and my head nearly hit the floor, I figured it was time to take a breather, while quietly marvelling at my own elasticity and even more quietly hoping I'd be able to move the next day.
When I shared this fear with Kerry at work, she reminded me just then that no one will even be watching me on the dancefloor. That's a relaxing thought. I want people to admire my dress, but pay no attention to my grooving. That is until I've had a few bevvies and can discover (or perhaps even regain) some rhythm in the fantastic silver glitter wedge shoes that Joshua picked out for me.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Nobody puts Baby in a corner
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It might help if you reflect on THAT dance scene in the movie 'HITCH'. Arms in at the side, feet slightly apart and movements no larger than 6 inches at a time. Either that, stand on Peter's feet and have him do all the work while you seemingly 'glide' along.
I used to love the whole 'on the foot dancing' thing when I was littel and let's face it - you're little, you can still get away with it.
I have high hopes for the "Push Up" moves to take over Chicago.
Who dances these days? Have a pretend microphone in your hand and serenade Peter instead - I remember you and Batreg had lovely singing and dance actions to a song called "Push Up". Can never think of that song in the same way now.
PS - "Come-to-me-lunges" are NOT a dance option!! Besides, you may scare Peter away.
Nut Bush City Limits? Isn't Tina Turner from NutBush Tennesse? I might bust a move to the African drummers.
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