I get lost in dancing. Last year I took myself away to San Diego on a road trip. Just me. I had just purchased a nice pair of noise-free head phones. I kept them on. I found myself dancing in my underwear in my hotel room facing the beach. I was lost in Tony Braxton, spinning, singing, moving, gliding across that floor. I did not even hear the housecleaner come in. Imagine both our surprise when she found me gliding in my bra, panties, and headphones in a happy place. All she could do was smile, well blush and close the door gently behind her. Every time she saw me after that she called me "the dancing lady".
I remember another day last year when I lost a big contract. I went out to eat with a friend and our daughters. We passed by a happy song playing through the doors of Starbucks and what did I do? I grabbed the hand of the first stranger I saw and we danced. This 20 something did not have much of a choice, but I did ask, and he said yes. And we danced, right there on the sidewalk. I felt better. And I gave him a story to tell for the ages.
I remember I first fell in love with dance through a dance called THE HORSE. I was fifteen. I had snuck out of the house, thinking momma had gone fishing for the weekend. Much to my regret she circled back because she forgot her cooler. It took about 3 minutes for my brothers and sister to sell me out. And momma decided to detour that rented RV and come to the club to find me.
I had been at the club just long enough for my girlfriends and me to eye-spy the finest guy there. We huddled in a corner oohing and aahing, taking bets over who among us he might ask to dance. He looked like a black John Travolta all dressed in white and with an afro. He was beyond handsome for real and I was beyond smitten. After what seemed like a zillion songs he looked right at me and with his index finger signaled for me to meet him on the dance floor. My head became light. I asked me? You asking me? He read my lips and I motioned to the dance floor.
This is where you might want to sit down.
He did a bit of dance talking. What's your name? How old are you? Where do you go to school? Who did you come with? Then when that was over he broke out into THE HORSE full on. I was in ecstasy. And I jerked and jerked and I put my back into that dance. I was having the time of my life and made sure my girlfriends in the corner could sense it. When I got way confident I turned my back to John Travolta and without missing a stride did the horse with my back to him in full gallop. Yes I was doing my thang. When I turned back around he was smiling, so I did it again and again.
The last time I turned my back my mother had come up to him, tapped him on the shoulder and said I will take it from here. Now I was jerking all over the place in full euphoria, I was lost, spinning and in dance heaven. When I turned around to face John Travolta, instead I was facing my mother and she was doing THE HORSE.
END OF PART ONE