Thank you so much Tom, beginning "the week" with smiles! ;)
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I have no shame admitting that I love dancing. I'd be the guy that drags his date out onto the dance floor. In my early years when I first arrived in the US I was immersed in the Vietnamese culture where every party involved dancing. It's not the typical dancing that you'd think the typical teenagers do either. No, we were doing ballroom dancing. Tango, Cha Cha, Foxtrot, Rumba, Bolero, Waltz...you name it! :P And this took place at just about anywhere, from holiday events in the big dance hall to someone's basement, or even a garage. Thinking back I can only laugh and shake my head a little bit; odd kids.
The dancing continues into my early adult years. The garage and basement gatherings were replaced with night clubs, where you'd likely find me out on the dance floor instead of lounging with a drink in my hand. So often I'd leave the clubs with a date, and I'm all sweaty. Ewww. LOL
I remember in the early years of marriage my wife and I went on a Caribbean cruise with some friends. We chose a Norwegian cruise for the more mature crowd instead of the party boats popular with the younger crowds. One of the on board activities touted in the brochure was - you guessed it - ballroom dancing with a live big band. We brought formal wear. :D I remember we were the only 20 something couples ballroom dancing among our-parent-age peeps. I know we stood out like sore thumbs but I didn't care. I think they kept a wide berth from us. :P As we were leaving a sweet lady stopped us just to say how she loved to see us dancing out there. Ah...fun times
I miss dancing. If you're given a chance.....dance.
This was my quick shot for this week's SSP event with the Shallow DOF theme, but I ended up going all sentimental and wanted to share the story for it here.
#SentimentalSunday - by the dear .