There are shortcuts to happiness.. and dancing is one of them!

My Sister and I just got done watching Dirty Dancing and I wanted to share something with yall...I LOVE DANCE PARTIES! Now I am not talking about the kind of dance parties where there are tons of folks grinding all up on each other.. which now that I think about it I've only seen that on tv.. I am talking about the spontaneous dance parties  that happen in every day households. Hmm.. but now that I think about that too there is a good chance that dance parties do not happen in every day households either (in fact I know it doesn't but I will share that story later). So whether we are talking about large dance parties or small scale ones..they may not happen somewhere else but they happen in my life and some of them have turned in to moments I will never forget. Tonight's dance party with my sister made me think of one of my fondest memories of my Mother...one Saturday we were watching Dirty Dancing  and I remember the two of us dancing like we just did not care to "Now I've had the time of my life...." we kept rewinding it and rewinding it ( I believe this is where my love of spontaneously dancing like a fool started)...there was a lot going on in our house but for that moment when we were having our own little dance party it all really just did not matter because we were having the time of our lives.. and we owed it all to the dance party..and Patrick Swayze's back muscles of course! So obviously if that movie is played in the Fede household there is a good chance that a dance party will break out at the end. Tonight's party included dancing on the spiral staircase and couch jumping  see... we do it up right. But anywho.. I brought this love of impromptu fun to college with me and we had them regularly. When we lived in Athens we use to open up the front door on a nice night and dance our rear ends off.. it did not matter to us that we lived on Milledge Ave. and everyone and their brother went by on this street. I remember one night we had all gotten ready for bed and had our pj's on and our retainers in (yeah we wear retainers.. can't waste all that money our parents spent on braces) and this might by TMI but since we were ready for bed we might not have had a certain undergarment on..but I have to share this information for the sake of the story.. which is.. one of us was in borderline breakdown mode and so the only possible cure was of course.. a dance party! So we jammed out to some American Bang minus this certain undergarment so needless to say this particular dance party turned out to be one of the most hilarious things I have ever witnessed..by the end of the song we were all rolling on the floor laughing and I'm pretty sure whatever it was that had caused the almost breakdown had been all but forgotten about. I have a lot of fun times with my two best friends that I lived with in college that I will remember and this is ultimately one of my favorites! But back to how I know dance parties do not happen in every day households.. a close friend of mine was at our house the other day and we were talking about a trip we have planned to go to Athens and he asked if my sister was going to go dance it up with us that night.. I of course being the loving sister that I am had to do a little poking at her let's just call them.. umm creative dance moves...which then in turn led to a dance off of course. He was playing dj and picked "get low" when I said oh good choice this is a Fede favorite my Dad loves it...he was a little baffled. Now this friend comes from a very Southern Baptist family.. and don't get me wrong I'm not saying they don't have fun.. I'm just saying it is pretty safe to say they do not break it down around the island in their kitchen to Lil Jon.. and he confirmed this.. he could not think of a time he has ever seen his parents dance.. so after he left..probably thinking WOW..my sister and I asked each other how are we suppose to ever bring a boy in to this crazy house? And I think we both decided that it did not really matter.. we like that there are attempts to do the gator across the kitchen floor by a 50 year old man and broken toes because someone got a little crazy with their moves and kicked a stool... it's what makes us "us." So not only have I shared with you that I love dance parties.. and a few stories to let you know why.. I hope I have shared some wisdom and you have gained a valuable lesson .. JUST DANCE..IT'LL BE OK! Seriously.. go grab your friends and family and let loose.. it may turn out to be a lasting memory!! :)