Hope

I hope my daughter never loses the nerve and desire to stand up on a bench in the playground and sing and dance her little guts out. At what point did we lose that?

Twinkle Dance

Tiller: What are you doing, mama?

Me: Listening to music. What are you doing, dancing?

Tiller: No, I'm doing my own dance.

Me: What kind of dance?

Tiller: The twinkle dance. You pretend you are the rock and I will be the twinkle.

Me: Okay.

We dance.

Tiller: I'm the star. Between the moon. We are all there. Except Lisa. She can be on the moon.

Um, okay.

Dance Mix

I was out with the girls a few weeks ago, and one of us asked everyone else what songs really made us want to get up and dance. She is putting a playlist together for her wedding, and was looking for suggestions.

Since then, I have been creating the wedding dance playlist of the century; 12 hours of butt-shaking goodness, which needs to be weeded down to about four hours. I have it down to about 7 at this point. For example, I can dance my ass off to Jesus and Mary Chain's "Reverence," but it is a wedding reception, with grandmas and great uncles, after all, and is your Mama's best friend really gonna get off on a song that says, "I want to die just like Jesus Christ?" Probably not. It turns out that, upon reflection, much of mine and Todd's music is the devil's work, and we are going straight to the fires of hell. Right after I finish this playlist.

I thought, though, that before i started the weeding process, I would poll the Internet for final suggestions. What are your all-time favorite dance songs? And I know. You don't like to dance. You can't dance. BlahBlahBlah. You know there are a few songs that you can't help moving your feet to, even if it is only in your bedroom with a hairbrush, or while you are cooking dinner alone at night.

Be honest. If it is "Let's Hear if For the Boy" or "Dancing in the Sheets" from the Footloose soundtrack, just say so.

Not that I like that one or anything. I mean, what? No. I never owned that album. Shut up, Lisa.

Young Folks

We had a bit of a dance party last night after dinner. Rollie, in particular, loves The Dance. I don't care how shitty your Monday is, if you can watch this and not crack a smile, you are a cold, soulless bastard. Or bitch, as the case may be.