Monday, June 11, 2007

No sir, no dancin' today (Saturday actually, but I'm slow to post!)

Ok here's the thing...

I'm a white boy and I can't dance. Even with the gay gene I still can't dance. Actually that's not 100% accurate. I *can* dance, although not too great. I don't* like to* dance is a more accurate statement. That's ok, I get by. I don't enjoy, or for that matter 'get' most dance music anyway. It's either too repetitive, insipid or loud, or all of the above.

The real problem is I've been blessed with next to nothing but boyfriends that like to dance over time. And my partner Didier is no exception. He's a great little dancer too! Why, I can watch him for hours! heh But for him, I'd dance...

On occasion while out in a club, or wedding reception and provide the limbs have been amply plied with copious amounts of liquor, I'm good to go for a song or two, and provided the music is something I'd listen to anyway. Give me your Madonna, Pet Shop Boys, New Order, Depeche Mode, les Rita Mitsouko and the like and I'm on the dance floor.

Well, this past weekend me and the man went to a party for our local Barber, Mohawk. Dinner, drinks, entertainment and dancing. So knowing that Didier would be on the floor, and because I wanted to be on the dance floor with him (for a song or two), and knowing full well I need the aid of a drinkie or two I made sure I had a few. Well a few turned into a few more, and no matter what the music, --all apparently great dance music based on the reaction from the crowd on the floor; noise if you asked me.-- did nothing for me, and neither did the Drink... 2 vodka coolers, 4 bottles and 5 pints of beer later and I was no closer to dancing. But remarkably I was not slurring my speech, or the least bit wobbly! (You can take the Boy outta the Maritimes, but you can't take the Maritimes outta the Boy)

So now I wonder... was the music that bad, in my own opinion or has my liver lost it's desire to dance as well?

Like the song says...

"But I don't feel like dancin'
When the old joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can't find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoe gentle sway
But I don't feel like dancin'
No sir, no dancin' today"

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Sorry Didier, I promise I'll dance with ya (a song or two) at Graham and Tony's wedding. Promise! :-)

8 comments:

Maria said...

I love to dance. even took belly-dancing lessons as a child. yup I did.

I have a wedding end of this month and my daughter is the flower girl. The dilema is: I bought a beautiful Joseph Ribkoff dress but what shoes do I wear now that I can barely walk? How do I pull off a fansy dress and slippers?

Misster Kitty said...

Go 'BoHo' and go shoeless!

Maria said...

shoeless? to a fancy italian wedding? Your killing me here Kitty

Misster Kitty said...

Well.... OBVIOUSLY you'll get a Pedi first!

Newsguy Bob said...

Work like you don't need the money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
And dance like nobody's watching.

Misster Kitty said...

If I danced like no one was watching I'd hurt people!

Maria said...

Not sure what I would look like if I danced like no one was watching but I am sure it would NOT be pretty! LOL

Misster Kitty said...

In my case, it's just as well that they didn't watch! lol