Let's Dance

Last week I got my first pair of ballroom dance shoes....



I love them! They make me feel fancy and official. Like nobody can put me in a corner.

And whenever I look at my dancing shoes (which I admit has been pretty often this week. I keep taking them out and setting them on the counter and staring at them and caressing them, and taking pictures of them, and practically making out with them), this song goes through my head. I think it's my dancing anthem...



Of course, it's not a completely accurate anthem. There are a few problems:

1) I put on my gold shoes, not red.
2) I'm dancing the Rumba and Cha Cha, not the blues
3) The songs that are playing are on a CD
4) There's no color lighting up the place, just regular cannister lights
5) There's no crowd either, just me and Martin
6) We're not swaying under the moonlight. Just the canister lights. The serious canister lights.
6) Well, it just digresses from there. The whole part about falling into my arms and trembling like a flower isn't really apt. Martin is too heavy to fall into my arms, especially like a flower. I'd drop him for sure. Plus, I'm pretty sure he's gay. Hmmmm...maybe the flower part is right after all.

Well, anyway, I have no explanation for why this song is my anthem. I just know that whenever I take out my shoes, Let's Dance plays in my head. Maybe Martin could incorprate it into a Cha Cha for us?

I'll keep you posted.