White Girl CAN Dance

I went out dancing Friday night with the girls from work. We had been talking about it since Monday. It sounded like a great time, all except for the dancing part; I don’t actually know how to dance. I had my last drink when I was 14 years old and have been sober ever since, liquid courage would not be an option. In high school I was one of those kids that smoked cigarettes behind the bleachers during football games and left the dance early and not always with the boy that I came with. When I did dance one of my guy friends made fun of me for my “white girl shuffle”.  I missed the whole go to clubs at 21 drink all night and dance phase, so I knew I would be a little out of my comfort zone. I did line dance a few years ago but I took the time to learn the steps so I wouldn’t look out of place. Friday night would be the test of my new body confidence.

Husband and I met my girlfriends at the casino for dinner first; the band didn’t start until 9:00pm. We were in the bar when the band was running through sound check. It was great to get to spend time with the girls outside of the office. The men that came with us could come and go from the casino floor while we waited for the band. When the band came on I surprised myself by getting onto the dance floor before my friend that had been talking it up all week. I let the music take over and just moved to it. Gone was the awkward stiffness I usually encounter, turns out I CAN dance! I didn’t know half of the top 40 songs and it didn’t matter. I was able to get down low, low, low! As the night went on I found it harder to pull myself off the dance floor, I even broke a sweat!  I am still grateful for my decision to wear sensible shoes; I went for the knee high lace up boots over a pair of heels. My shoe collection might need to include a few pairs of something comfortable just for dancing. I realize now that the only thing keeping me from having a great time on and off the dance floor is me. When I let go of all the things I think I can’t do and all the little things I don’t like about myself and focus on what I do like it turns out I am one sexy bitch who can have a good time. I wonder if the girls are up for going out again next Friday night.