a little known fact about me: i love to dance. not at clubs or on banquettes (though i've danced on bars - just not very well). i don't even dance even in front of the mirror at home in my underwear. i do my dancing in one setting and one setting only: weddings.
you see, i'm not an especially hip or talented dancer. i don't know any hot moves or fancy steps. i'm actually not coordinated in the least. but the reason i love to dance at weddings is that 1) they serve free alcohol - or, as i like to call it, dancing juice; and 2) there is always someone - a grandma, an uncle in a bad suit, a cousin no one seems to remember - who is a much dorkier dancer than i. so, with the right amount of wine and the perfect mixture of oldies and '80s songs, i turn into a dancing queen. (or, dancing fool, depending on your perspective.) actually, it's probably best described like this: she's a maniac, maniac on the floor... and she's dancing like she never danced before...
i have made an ass out of myself at plenty of weddings. two years ago, at one of Mikey's cousin's weddings, i started doing moves from my high school musical days - time steps and shuffles and moves i made up on the spot that felt theatrical. Mikey didn't know whether to laugh at me or hide in the bathroom. then, at a wedding this past summer - where i barely knew the bride and groom - i was all arms and legs, twirling and flailing about on the dance floor with a bunch of strangers. (i think i may have danced with members of the band, too. it's a little hazy now.)
i don't know why i do it. when i was in grade school and high school, i never ventured onto the gym floor at dances. oh god, no. but perhaps it's been building up over all these years. now, free of self-consciousness (such a dangerous state!) and plenty old enough to drink wine, i'm making up for lost time. what follows is a photo essay of sorts from Christine's wedding. its purpose is to demonstrate the extent of my insanity:
i mean, really. what am i doing? and why did the photographer take so many pictures? because he couldn't quite believe his eyes? oh dear. well, i sincerely apologize if i've made an ass of myself at your wedding, and i apologize in advance if you still plan on inviting me to yours someday.
don't say i didn't warn you.