Last weekend Paul and I went to Disco America—a Hustle dance competition. When I say, “Hustle” to people, it conjures up big mustaches, gold chains and skeevy guys. Lots of cologne, Saturday Night Fever, gold lamé, Scarface, white polyester, bubble machines and feathered hair.
It wasn’t quite as awesome as all that—but it was pretty awesome. Even two days later, my feet hurt, and I’m still exhausted—a measure of plenty of good dancing. And how I am now too old to be awake at two o’clock in the morning.
The quality of the video isn’t fantastic, but the dancers are.
HOW FUN! Do you guys dance a lot? I think that is so fantastic… but what’s even more impressive is that you got your man to dance with you. My husband would give me that look like “have fun”. HA HA HA! (obviously he’ll gladly swing a hammer… but never do the swing.) Lucky YOU! I bet those sore feet and body only make you remember how much fun you had. Loved watching the video.. boy, some of those folks can really move!
Swing a hammer, but not do the swing… HA! I’m still not sure how I found someone who can do the Foxtrot AND fix stuff. Once in a while he’ll say how I married him just for his skills, and I’m just like—so true, so true.
We don’t dance as much as we should. Or as much as we used to… The house and other life-stuff seems to eat all our free time/energy. (As it does everyone’s.) But then when we go to something so fun, I’m reminded how much I love it, and how one day, when I’m 90, I’ll wish I’d spent more time dancing.
Victoria,
I think it’s great that you and your husband danced the day away. My husband is not big on dancing but it works for us since I’m not huge on it either. My mother loved to dance so I enjoy hearing about the fun others have dancing.
Karen