Mazel tov!

I had a feeling that Friday night was going to be a good night, a good good night.

Mazel tov'ing it up on the D-Floor.

I have never enjoyed dancing. The very thought of it made me nauseous as I recounted the excruciating awkwardness of highland dancing, blue light discos, socials, school balls, raves and clubbing.

As I stood still I would observe respectable people looking, well, not-that-respectable. I thought it better to stand still, endure the abuse then go home and remind myself what real music sounded like. The more they pleaded with me to dance, the more sure I was that my 'foot tap' was a set-in-stone winner.

But as time went on something far less avoidable than clubbing or school socials came across my path - weddings dances.

I liken it to getting caught in the rain - for a while you do your best to keep dry, running for shelter, holding your bag above your head etc, until you reach a point where you simply surrender.
No running, no sheltering, at that point even your undies are wet so you might as well celebrate the feeling.

And with the monsoon of weddings, I soon got to the point of surrender. My stoic resolve to remain static was broken down one 80's track at a time.
Dancing Queen, YMCA, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Dancing on the Ceiling, Grease Lightning, each like a bullet in my non-dancing soul.

So now I am a changed man. I have forfeited my role as the lonely foot-tapper and embraced my place on the d-floor. I am no Ursher when it comes to busting a move, but I'm not far off.

All and all it's been a journey, but a worthwhile one all the same. And if all falls apart and goes astray I know that my trusted 'foot tap' dance move will never let me down.

Mazel tov!