Sunday, April 25th, 2010

I was practicing dance steps with My Darling B in the front room last night, which is quite a feat if you take in to account that our living room is about the same size as the bed of a pickup truck, and we can’t remember dance steps to save ourselves.

Actually, our living room is a little bit bigger than the back of a pickup truck if we move the coffee table into the hallway and push the recliner into the alcove by the front door. That makes it just a little smaller than a hay wagon. I don’t know what it’s like to dance on the bed of a hay wagon, but it sure would be fun to try.

After moving the furniture we can practice almost all the dance steps we know if we take really short steps, especially when we tango. Christopher introduced us to the tango just last week. It’s a lot of very long, drawn-out steps that take us from one end of the living room to the other, leaving us painted into a corner with no way to get out, until I talked B into taking much smaller steps and pretending. “But what I really like about the tango is that the steps are so dramatic,” she said, so we’ll have to find another place to practice, like maybe a high school gym, or an aircraft hanger.

Long, dramatic steps are what I like about dancing the walz. Now that Christopher has showed us how to dance a turning box step we’re all over the room at the dance studio, but have to take tiny, crowded steps in our living room. It’s practice or perish, though. And we do perish.

I don’t know why we let this happen to us, but we do. We should be practicing every night, and some weeks we’re really very conscientious, but last week we were very lazy and now we can’t remember our cha-cha steps. In the end we just strung a bunch of our favorites together and danced to “Brick House” to have a little fun with it.

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