Our DJ, bless her heart, tried to stick to our selections, but she was bombarded with requests. She gave in to the chicken dance. Lots of people flocked to the dance area and got silly. I did. But perhaps that's because I have a fantasy that I'll be dancing the funky chicken on our 75th wedding anniversary. Then, Bigbad and I moved off as the obligatory Electric Slide happened and the Cupid Shuffle and then, the coup de gras to our beautiful music selections, the Macarena. Really. We were married in 2008. I want to shake the people who are actually dancing in the photos. Really.
Bigbad and I reminisce and we think about how much money we could have saved by just having an Ipod randomly shuffle through a playlist. We would have had our songs. Forget dancing, we would have had pleasant conversation and our songs for the background.
But among some of these horrid dances the DJ allowed, there was a request for a polka. Bigbad Italian grandfather grabbed my maid of honor (who runs a dance studio like a beast). They swirled around with as much grace and ease as a polka affords. Everyone stood around just watching the two of them, perfect strangers, drinking that elixir of life. There was a chorus of laughter-- cackling, belly laughs, hoots.
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6 comments so far. What are your thoughts?
Aside from our first dance as husband and wife dancing at our wedding was a bust. People just didnt do it. Blah. Lame! If I had know we wouldnt have left the giant dance floor in the center of the room and would have had a much more intimate arrangement. Oh well.... And whats wrong with the macarena?!?
This post, and the smile on your maid of honor's face, make me so happy! Keith and I love music, but NOTHING will EVER convince him to dance. At my wedding, I want a Conga line to Will His Love Be Like His Rum. Aside from that, setting up board games would be more "us" than dancing. Maybe that's sad, but it's true!
Jen, I would rather have had board games and a mega UNO match. The dancing just wasn't our thing. Invite me to your board game reception.
PJ, I remember dancing the macarena in PE. A week of line dancing. Worst ever. It's torturous.
We had no dance, but if we had I would have polka'd with my Dad. I miss polkaing with my Gpa. Your post made me smile :)
Oh, this is a delightful post!! Wish I could see the two sweethearts doing the polka. Glad I found you at Just Write!
Hugs to you
Mia
Polka with a pretty woman--that was one happy man. From the look on M.O.H.'s face, he'd either said something cute but inappropriate, or pinched her. I love the delight shining out of my daddy's face. Thank you for this post.
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