So I spent the afternoon playing Just Dance on the Wii (with my adopted daughter that my friend is kind enough to loan me from time to time so I can get my girlie-fix!) She and I battled it out for several songs, and she remarked that I was a good dancer.
Giiiiirrrrrllllll, back in the day.
Back in the day I could burn up a dance floor.
Back in the day, I spent most nights of the week on the dance floor. Occasionally stepped off for a glass of water or a potty break, but for the most part, I was on the floor for the night. Until the lights came on.
I absolutely totally and completely love to dance. I can’t do ballet, or jazz, or tap, or anything requiring choreography beyond a simple country line dance. But back in the day, I could shake my groove thing like a brick house on the last dance as the dancing queen. And if you caught any of those song references, you’re from my time frame, and you were probably on a dance floor back in the day.
I think it is sad that as we get older, there are no longer opportunities to dance.
I’m not sure exactly what the cut-off is, but at some point, dancing is just not an easy option anymore. If you go to a nightclub and look around, all the other sweaty people are much younger than you.
Once you reach a certain age, parties among friends digress into clusters of people conversing about jobs, marriages, children, or hobbies. No one throws a party with dancing when you get older.
And I don’t get it. And I don’t like it. I still love to dance. Just as much as I ever did. And while my signature moves are no longer in style, I still like shaking it to the rhythm of the night.
So where’s a dancing queen over 40 to go? Where are the dance floors that are friendly to 40+? And let me clarify, I’m omitting any extremely smoky bar where the main objective of the evening is to catch someone and hope you don’t catch something.
I’m talking just a place to dance. A place with cool music, and lots of air conditioning, and not a ton of that fake smoke that dries out my contacts, or the real smoke which chokes my lungs to death.
There’s only three places I can think of…weddings, holiday parties, and cruises.
Think about the last wedding or holiday party you went to, and chances are there were plenty of ladies on the dance floor that society may consider past their dancing prime. And think about how happy they looked to be set free on that dance floor, grooving and jive talking like it’s ladies night.
And chances are also pretty good that they were out there without a partner. Because although most ladies that I know love to dance, most men that I know do not. Most, not all.
There’s always the guy who is the really good dancer, and all the ladies swarm him like bees to honey while the non-dancing guys all stand around the perimeter of the dance floor and talk trash about him.
And then there’s the wannabe dancer guy that wishes he could dance and gives 110% effort on the floor. And the guys around the perimeter are talking trash about him too, but let me tell you a secret.
Women love a guy who is willing to dance. And if he’s out on that floor dancing with them, they usually aren’t looking at his feet, and they for sure don’t care if he’s making all the right steps.
Unfortunately, there is also that third type of male dancer. For you National Lampoon Christmas Vacation fans, we’ll call this one the Mississippi Leg Hound. I’m sure the rest of you get the picture, but this is the guy who will find every way possible to bump into you in all the wrong places.
Personal space is not a concept he understands, and this dude sometimes compounds the uncomfortability of the situation by trying to make small talk. On the dance floor. With the music blaring. While I am trying to dance. Away from him.
“WHAT’S YOUR NAME?”
“YOUR NAME? WHAT’S YOUR NAME?”
I actually had a guy on a dance floor once who not only asked my name, but proceeded to shout questions regarding my employment, whether or not I had brothers or sisters, and who I thought was going to win the Super Bowl that year. Really??? Dude. Small talk amid 50-60 sweaty people with music at full volume? I am here to DANCE.
So here is what I think we should do.
Let’s open a dance club for women over 40. (Sorry late 30s chicks, but there has to a cut-off established and this gives you something to look forward to when you have to check off that next age bracket on every survey.) No smoking or fog machines allowed. All cool 70s-80s-90s music. (Maybe some hits of today thrown in.)No dudes allowed. Sorry guys, but in all honesty, we’re just here to dance. (Maybe we’ll do a dude night once a month or so, but only let in the guys who either can dance, or have so much fun dancing that it doesn’t matter that they can’t.)
We’ll print the cocktail menus REALLY BIG so that no one has to put on reading glasses to order in the dim lights. Or heck, who says we have to have dim lights? If there’s no dudes, do we really care how sweaty we look?
The air conditioner can be way down low, and we’ll have plenty of restroom stalls and mirror space since it will all be ladies’ restrooms.
We’ll have a counter-top around the sides of the dance floor so that the servers can bring beverages right to the dancers. Because everyone knows as soon as you leave the floor to go to the bar, that’s when they play the BEST song.
But no bottles or drinks on the floor so that we can dance barefoot. (Maybe we should ban stilettos since it’s excruciating to spend the evening dancing in those stupid things anyway.)
We’ll open early, like 5pm. And start dancing right away. That way we have plenty of time to dance our hearts out and still be home and in bed at a decent hour. (Since most of us can’t stay up that late anymore, at least not without paying for it for several days afterward.)
Who’s with me???? Come on, ladies over 40. Tell me what you want to see or hear in your 40+ Dance Club. And give me suggestions on what to call it. And then Let the Music Play……
“What about the men?” I hear you ask. Well, if you think you’re ready to hit the dance floor, check out these Mens Dance Shoes Online and I’ll see you there, if you think you can keep up!