Unfortunately this week my dancing experiences were next to non-existent; however, I was reminded of an experience that I had a few years ago.
Before I tell you about the dance let me give you some background. My dear friend Jon is a crazy, crazy guy. He loves to do things outside of the box and has no care in the world about what others think of him or how he may be judged. He is a free spirit enjoying life to the fullest. He is an inspiration to me and the right person to have around when you want to have a good time.
The Dance: Jon called me up and said, "We're going dancing tonight. We're getting dressed up in the most disgusting outfits we can find and just making fools of ourselves. Are you in?" Without hesitation I agreed and got ready.
When I arrived at Jon's place I was welcomed by a crowd of friends dressed with wigs, 80's spandex outfits, leather jackets, suspenders, teased hair and bag dresses. They looked hideous, yet absolutely fabulous.
We headed out on the town and ended up at L3, a dance club in downtown St. Catharines. It was hopping with young, hip dancers, unprepared for the crowd coming in. We immediately took over the dance floor and started to dance, and man were we dancin'! It was so hilarious because though we looked horrible, it was obvious that we were having the time of our lives. This experience taught me what it means to really dance, giving it all you can. I would definitely attribute a big part of this experience to our outfits. It was in those suspenders and with those spandex that we were really, truly dancin'.