I never learned to dance, since I grew up in a conversative Lutheran home . (It was thought to lead to sins of the flesh.) Yet, to please the love of my life I'm going dancing this Thursday in the coastal villiage of Yahats, Oregon. In the meantime, we searched through the VHS tapes to find the Wedding Dance instructional video from our son's wedding a few years back. And I've embarked on a crash course in the walz. I dance best in low light after lots of wine. Is there dancing in your past? Your future? Let us know.....
Not unless you count "new horizons in dysfunctional interpretive dance" or the "white man shuffle".
ReplyDeleteIn other words, nothing where actual steps were involved.