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RomantiCon: The Music

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Of course I’m going to talk about the music for the convention. It just so happens to fit in with my What’s Playing Wednesday theme. Before I get to that though, remember I need questions to ask the cavemen when they stop by the blog. Post your question for them in the comments and I’ll forward them to the guys.

Now back to the What’s Playing Wednesday post. I’m not a dancer but you couldn’t have guessed that from this weekend. I played music because according to my band director, I had no rhythm for dancing. I can shake my butt (which is easy since there’s so much of it), but I found myself dancing, or rather doing my version of dancing, nearly every night of this convention. In fact, I was strongly reminded of college, when I used to go out every night of the week. I’d always start off in my chair, doing what I called “chair dancing”, before I ended up on the dance floor. By the 2nd party, I was dragging other people out on the dance floor.

This behavior didn’t come without its downsides. Each morning I would swing my legs over the side of the bed and eye the floor warily because walking hurt. Standing hurt. My ass, my thighs and my feet hated me. But I couldn’t sit down and watch everyone else have fun. It had absolutely nothing to do with the cavemen dancing in the crowd. I swear. I didn’t dance with any of them. I didn’t stand behind them and stare at their tight asses as they gyrated in ways that’ll haunt me until I see it happen again. And again and again. *shivers*

But we’re talking about music, not glistening skin with rippling muscles and jeans that barely clung to tight, little butts you could bounce a quarter off of. We were talking about music. Right. Music….um. There was music playing. Um, dance music. Throbbing bass, catchy lyrics, you know the deal. It’s not something I listen to often. In fact, by the time I got in my car at the airport yesterday, I was parched for heavy metal and rocked out on the drive home.

The guys can dance to just about anything and make it look as though they’d practiced it a million times. These are some amazing dancers. Seriously amazing. I just missed screaming guitars and screaming lyrics and headbanging something awful. *sniff* Maybe next year I’ll sing something my speed to get the party started.

Nah, I want people to like me, not chase me from the room with torches and pitchforks. šŸ˜‰

Be sure to stop by the rest of the week to find out about what else went on at RomantiCon 2012!


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Learning More About Yourself

I learned something about myself this past weekend at the wedding. It used to be you couldn’t drag me on the dance floor. I feel awkward and like everyone’s staring (because I’m so awesome, of course, everyone wants to watch me like a hawk *roll*). When I was in college, I’d dance like a fool…after I had a few drinks in me (like a lot).

These days, I’m sort of like “who cares?” You got it. I danced and danced and danced until the music stopped. Sure, I was drinking, but I wasn’t drunk like I used to have to be. I was just enjoying myself. So much so that I didn’t even blink when my cousin suggested we dance on the stage. Yeah, I was on the stage dancing to “No Parking On The Dance Floor”.

My family is the same way, well most of them. We all love to dance and we’re all horrible at it. Most of us (like me) realize how bad we are, but there are a few who think they’re God’s gift to the dance floor. When I point out “You dance like a white girl” I get offended looks. Hey, I’m just being honest. You look like Butthead doing his dance thing, that’s all. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but it isn’t going to get you far if you tried out for So You Think You Can Dance.

Probably the only real problem I foresee for myself on the dance floor would be my age. Yeah, there were a couple of times when I was “gettin’ low” when I was like “Oh crap, I might not be able to get back up!” I did and hopefully no one noticed my wince as my hips told me how stupid I was. Oh and there’s this song…I don’t know what it is, but the guy tells you to jump right, jump left and cha-cha…I hate that song. Mostly because I hate being told what to do. I mean, c’mon! Don’t give me dancing instructions, it irritates me mostly because I haveĀ problems with authority. The kids loved it though, so I guess that was fine.

So what have you learned about yourself lately? Are you a closet dancer too? What have you noticed about yourself that astonishes you? Share all with your Tante Danica!

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