You Can Dance If You Want To

Do you know what I thought I’d never come to miss? Dancing. When I was little I’d dance all time, hell I was in 22 musicals before I graduated high school. While in high school I used to love to request “Love Shack” to dance with my friends, and “Last Dance” always ended the night. My best girlfriend and I even had a routine, a la Ross and Monica on Friends, that we’d perform at dances. It was pretty much just some sloppy swing moves and us spinning around. Nevertheless, times never seemed as happy and well gay while twirling innocently on the dance floor.

Sure, in college I had my fill of drunkenly dancing the night away at gay bars and clubs along the eastern seaboard and Europe. The boxes, platforms, and sticky floors, replaced the proscenium, gymnasiums, and cafeterias of my youth and crazy outfits, or no shirts at all, became my new costumes or semi-formal wear. But the nights still ended with me dripping in sweat, my ears ringing from the music, and my chest thumping as my heart slowly returned to a normal pace.

Now, perhaps not for everyone, but for me at least there seems to be a lot less dancing in my life, and I’d like to change that. So from the halcyon days of yore when there didn’t seem to be anything unusual, and certainly nothing gay about a crowd of teens moving in unison, I’d like to dedicate the following to all of you who’d like to rediscover the dance in you life. So turn it up, because “If you feel like dancing, come on! It’s up to you!”

Come On Ride the Train
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*Extra points if you can get your co-workers to form a train.