One of the things I like to do on the weekends is find new music. Now, there are several ways one can do this- recommendations from friends, listening to the radio, whatever- but one of my faves is to scan the Celebrity Playlists section of the iTunes Music Store. Another is to hang out at the Dirty D with My Favorite Redhead and My Favorite Local Celebrity and groove to some seriously filthy dance music. Some of that music is just N-A-S-T-Y! And I love it. It kinda makes it fobidden, and therefore somewhat sexy.
I wish my husband could dance sometimes. If I ever get him out on the dance floor, its to a "slow song" and his dancing consists of his arms around my waist and a slow shuffle of his feet back and forth, almost in rhythm to the music. Think back to the gymnasium scene at your high school prom, and you've got it.
Best times dancing? Good gravy...we used to have dance contests in our living room as kids. My brother Peaches (oooo, I'm gonna get it for calling him that!) would act as DJ and judge. My sisters Lisa and Sarah and I would dance to the same 45 record (!!!), and then a winner would be named. I think the winner got to pick the next song for the contest, but I'm not sure. I can't even remember any of the songs now.
Dancing with my sisters is a theme, I guess. There was that recent trip to Florida/ Disney World Marathon and our time spent on Pleasure Island at a club called "8 Tracks." Best. Dance. Music. Ever. And (more importantly) I looked hot. Family weddings, nights out in small town bars, my mom's living room, driving in the car to the start of the Chicago Marathon...always music, always laughter.
Challenge for the day: get up and dance.