Just Dance Already

Family Theme Night was downright fun this year.  The one thing that made all the difference was at the end of the night, when almost everyone had left, Teri blasted the music and we all danced in the dark beneath those gorgeous projected laser sparkle-thingies that I am so enraptured by (my crush on them began a couple years ago at the 2011 Dojo Halloween Party).  Even Clint's dad danced.  It was impossible to not be on a high that night.  I am telling you, if you are someone who doesn't dance, DO IT ANYWAY.  Blast an upbeat song, dance around your living room like a crazy person, and enjoy the endorphin-rush that follows.  According to Healthy Living, "The body releases endorphins during periods of physical activity, resulting in feelings of well-being and sometimes, euphoria. While nearly any kind of physical activity has the potential to release endorphins, dancing is particularly effective."  Euphoria, people.  EUPHORIA.

On a somewhat related note:  Men, dance with your wives.  I'm not talking slow dancing (although that's great too), but go out there and fast-dance with her, even if you think you look like a fool.  The reasons you need to do this are simple: 1. The above-mentioned euphoria.  2. No one cares what you look like.  3.  Even if you do look like a fool, you've only got one life to live.  Someday when you take your last breath, you're not going to care if you looked stupid "that one night."  You're only going to remember that it was blurry and euphoric and beautiful.  4.  It's HOT.  When you first start fast-dancing, you and your partner may not know right away what you're doing.  But after a minute or so you get a rhythm going, and it's energetic and intense and feels sexy as all get-out.  Without planning it, you find your bodies coming together and parting again; his hands will be on your hips one second and gone the next.  For slow dancing, the female expects to be pressed up against the male's body the entire time.  But with fast dancing, you don't know what to expect, and there is something exciting and unpredictable about that.  Which brings me to my final point, #5. If you're not dancing with her, someone else is.  Clint refuses to dance with me (except for the occasional slow song), so I usually get on the dance floor with the girls.  But it doesn't take long before I'm swept up into some male's arms and dancing with him, and now, I'm put into the awkward position of going through point #4 with someone who isn't my husband, when hubbies are the first person us girls want to share that kind of experience with.  So husbands, in the words of Lady Gaga, "Just dance, [it'll] be okay."  

Well damn, I got a little side-tracked.  This post was supposed to be about Family Theme Night.  Now I'm already bored with blogging, so I'll save FTN for my next post.  Guess I better change my title too, because "Enchanted Forest" no longer seems to apply.