Once a gaggle of middle school girls were talking about dancing and I overheard them. My gr-daughters were dedicated to Irish Dancing, and I smiled. One asked me if I danced. Hah!
I grew up in a small country town of 437 population. There were four protestant churches. Our small, very conservative church outlawed dancing, make-up, movies, any place that served alcohol, jewelry, wearing sleeveless blouses/dresses, no female slacks to be worn in the church...
Still I smiled. Irish dance shoes won't ever be on my feet but I don't need them. I have this group of talented dancers/actors as my teachers:
The Detention Dance sequence is so amazing. 4 minutes long. The famous dance scene is at 3:29.
Irish dancing is definitely not in my wheel house of skills. Except I have NAILED this famous dance. I have made some adjustments.
My gr-daughters were always brought home from their preschool by their daddy. I was there with a prepared lunch. One day I introduced them to this dance, renaming it as the "Tuna fish Sandwich Dance". We danced around at lunch, danced some more.
So, I told those know-it-all middle school dancers that Yes, I dance, the breakfastclub (breek faist eh cluh buh) dance. Confusion drifted over their faces. They nodded blankly and took off, whispering as they went. I hoped they would search for this title and then learn the meaning of life.
