...that I like dancing. Now, before you get all excited and want to take me to some dance studio or club so I can show off my *cough* skills, let me clarify what I mean. I don't like to GO dancing, but I like to watch OTHER PEOPLE dance. I realized this tonight as I was standing outside at the Music Hall at Fair Park and they had some cloggers/tap dancers performing. I just really like the way people can show their excitement, love, sadness, joy, etc. through movement. I should have known I had this great love when I discovered the movie Strictly Ballroom (thankyouverymuch Emily...you introduced me to the wonderful and talented Baz Luhrman) and it quickly became one of my favs as well as Billy Elliot, Swing Kids, and Dirty Dancing. I should have known of my great love when I watched Footloose for the 8,738,950,995 time and thought I could recreate the dance scene where Ren dances in the mill all by himself (no, I didn't do it justice, and no I won't ever, ever, ever attempt it again). I should have known when I watched Hairspray for the first time and fought really hard to not get up and "Run and Tell That". Why has it taken me so long to realize this?
And just so you all know, yes, I have danced slow dances by myself in my robe in my apartment on Valentine's Day before. Is that sharing too much? I don't care! I love dancing...even though I don't do it well, watching other people makes me happy, so dance on all you Kevin Bacon lovers! Dance on!