Intoxicating dance moves

We have been off for the last few days and as I sit down in my colorful apartment, with fresh flowers and a glass of red wine next to, through the many thoughts, talks with the other Heather, work, runs, agony with the shipment, I feel somewhat at peace.

That and this afternoon, I got to be a part of something else quite amazing here. There's something about dance that gets me going, makes me feel alive, exhilarates and intoxicates me. I have a total guilty pleasure for dance movies. Dirty Dancing was and still is a huge favorite even with its agonizingly painful script. Nowadays, the Step-Ups and Centerstages, remakes of Fame, I will sit through the excrutiatingly awful writing just to replay the dance scenes again and again and pretty much dance around my apartment doing, while attempting to do what the pros are.

So, when I saw the show "Lo Bailao" today, I was rejuvenated and uplifted and reenergized even though the rain has resurfaced. A flamenco show with women spanned across at least 5 generations with enough energy to awaken a sleepy caveman.. It made the call and drive to take Tango classes more necessary. It made me secretly long to come back as a Spanish women and revive this beautiful dance movement on an international level. I came home and tried to find some music to stomp around and create beats. I became obsessed for a bit, enough so that I want to write about how intoxicated I feel about dance. Perhaps in a past life, I was a dancer, but I don't think so, I am definitely baby giraffish when it comes to busting a move. Perfect for house, 80s and electro bouncy music and modern dance perhaps, there is some hope with flamenco to as it combines hips and arms, which could be to my advantage. Nonetheless, salsa, waltzing, etc, I can do it all, but not naturally. I took ballet and tap as a kid and disliked my teacher which caused me to drop out. Nonetheless, in high school, I returned and took modern dance for 3 years, and while I was never the star of the show, it was a perfect way for me to get the creative performance artist inside of me out and playing. That and dancing next to the inspiration of green fuzzy pants' boys at 80s' nights at Cains ballroom. In college, I busted one too many flip-flops on dance floors bouncing around or outside on big beach parties or fields or whatever it may have been. Since then, I continue to bust a move, but not enough and one weekend in with too many dance movies on hand, caused a sudden motivation to learn tango. That and I think it's a kinda sexy dance to learn when you're 30. You can still pull it off, if I can get rid of my silly demeanor for two seconds and apply the other far too 90% serious about life part to my dancing. This might be somewhat impossible given that dancing is such a release for me and I enjoy it because I don't take myself too seriously.

Anywise, the groove is in my heart, I gotta get my dance shoes on and get on the floor.

xo