Just Dance

We danced the night away at a wedding reception in our community this weekend. This community likes to dance.  Every community picnic and wedding ends with hours of two-stepping, waltzing and swinging to old favorites.

The local band played and everybody danced. Next to the kids learning how, my in-laws might be my favorite people to watch on the dance floor; after 40 years together, they glide across the floor so effortlessly.

Our own reception on New Year’s Eve 2002 was similar.  We chose to stick to country music instead of the mix of music played at most wedding receptions.  We had a DJ who questioned our choice to skip YMCA, the Macarena and Twist and Shout in favor of a carefully selected set of our favorite country dance songs (although, those songs were eventually requested!) .  When the party ended, the DJ told us it was the best reception he had worked–I wonder if he says that to all the girls?

My husband and me.

My mother-in-law and father-in-law

My brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

Regardless, we had fun and so did our guests who were disappointed when we had to shut it down at three in the morning.

This weekend’s reception ranks up there and I don’t say that to all the girls.