Dashboard dancer

My dance skills are limited. Let’s just get that out there right off the bat.

Sure, I can still remember most of that cheerleading dance from 7th grade, but that’s where it ends. Most of my moves are best displayed in cheerleading performances developed by small Midwestern high schools in the mid to late 90s. I’m no good in any sort of dancing situation I might run into these days as an adult. . . because apparently I’ve lost the entire concept of rhythm. I fear I look like Elaine on Seinfeld.

Anyway, while I may not be an accomplished on the dance floor, I am quite accomplished as a driving-down-the-road-dancing-to-the-music-in-my-seat dancer. I break out some of my best moves in the passenger’s seat when a good song comes on the radio during a road trip, or, you know, we’re trying to get out of downtown after the massive fireworks performance on July 4. You laugh, but I tell you, my moves are AMAZING.

Well, at least I thought so, until the aforementioned Independence Day event. Mindy and I were stuck in traffic, and since she was driving, I was dealing with the traffic congestion by dancing in the passenger’s seat. I pulled out “the Swim,” busted it old school, and I think I may have even utilized “the Pony,” a dance my mom and I used to do in the kitchen. Really.

Then, I made eye contact with a girl stuck in traffic on the opposite side of the street. Who was laughing at me. I don’t mean chuckling, I mean full-out guffawing. She seriously damaged my self-esteem.

But not enough to make me stop dancing in the car. ‘Cause it’s just too much fun! 🙂