Jun 11, 2010



I went to a rehearsal dinner last night for a wedding that I am attending today. After enjoying a delicious meal, the bride-to-be thanked everyone for coming and reminded everyone to bring their dancing shoes. Well as fate would have it, I don't own any dancing shoes, because...


The only time I did really dance was during a vivid dream I had long, long ago. In this dream, I was one of the back-up dancers in the Kylie-Minogue music video for the song "Love At First Sight."


The dream was basically the music video, with yours truly hip hoppin' away in the background. There is no explanation for the origin of the dream. It just happened. I decided to call it quits after that and haven't danced since.

I am uncertain of the dancing events that will unfold today, but unless the Bell's Brewery miraculously shows up with a giant barrel of Oberon and taps the thing directly into my liver, I forsee a couple slow dances and maybe a cow fist pump or two in the air for good measure in my future.

/dance