When I was a little girl I wanted to be Juliet Prowse. I wanted to dance!
I realized at some point that I was just way too short to be Juliet Prowse, so I decided that it would be much more realistic to be Mitzi Gaynor….
See, that’s a whole lot more realistic. Ha!
Needless to say after taking ballroom dancing from a friend of my mother at the age of 12, 13 or 14? I can’t remember, I didn’t dance again.. I would tell you that I did the shag in college, which is both true and not true. I was so self conscious in college that I wouldn’t do it in front of a male at all. Well, that’s kind of not the truth either. I did it once, but I was terribly drunk. As I recall, a little later in the evening I got terribly sick… probably jostling all that alcohol around in my tummy! Ha!
I did dance one dance, once with my ex husband… in the early years… but he told me that I bounced. So, I never danced with him or anyone else again.
Any hoot, my daughter introduced me to a co-worker who belonged to Meetup. It’s a very great organization that matches people up with their interests. This co worker said that she belonged to a swing dance group where you can take an hour lesson during the first hour and then you have 3 hours to just dance. Your dancing with people in you dance class, but then you also dance with others as well.
Oh, yes! If my stamina was a little better, I would have. But, I did stay 2 1/4 hours and I had so much fun, it seemed like a fairy tale!
If the world danced with each other all the time, there would be no war, no misery! Just a bunch of people having fun! And, drinking a lot of water! Ha!