There’s nothing quite like a dance floor at a wedding – 70-year-olds and seven-year-olds and everyone else in-between grooving to Twist and Shout, Blame It On The Boogie, Oh What A Night … it doesn’t seem to matter how many decades pass, the tunes stay exactly same.
The Household shook their tail feathers en masse on Saturday night at Husband’s cousin’s wedding. The Sprogs were in heaven, Gangnam-ing their way through the crowd. Fortunately, they’re still young enough not to regard dancing with their parents as uncool. That won’t last … I saw my 12-year-old niece recoil in horror when her dad tried to take her for a twirl.
It was like Sprog 1 had met Justin Bieber when she scored a dance with the bride. She danced with me, she gasped, all starry-eyed. Come 10pm, Sprog 2 was flagging, but the promise of a bit more boogie put the sparkle back in her eye. I can’t say I was busting my best moves, unaccustomed as I am to wearing sky-high stilettos. Geez, my big toes felt like they were broken. I was a bit nervous there would be actual broken toes as I watched little barefoot tootsies pattering on the dance floor among all the knife-sharp heels.
Husband was delighted to see the Sprogs having so much fun. His clearest memories of weddings past are of the dancing … to Twist and Shout, I’m guessing. My only childhood wedding memory is a manufactured one from an old photo album. I’ll upload the shot later today when we return home. I can’t remember if I did any dancing, but I look pretty stoked to be part of the action.
There isn’t enough dancing in my life these days. That’s why I want a bar. (Yes, I want to open a bar, with a flashing dance floor and New Order on the turntable.) It would give me a professional excuse to groove. When I dance I feel such unfettered joy.
I wish we had more weddings on the horizon. Well, Husband does have another cousin. David … It’s time to do the honorable thing mate … Give your cousin-in-law (is there such a thing?) an excuse to let loose.
What’s your favourite part about weddings? The speeches came a pretty close second to the dancing for me at this one. The matron of honor was an absolute cack.
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