My parents gave up classic rock and roll when I went away to college. My mom finally convinced my dad to take dance lessons, country western swing dance lessons. After a couple of weeks, they realized their timing was off because my dad was listening to The Beach Boys in his head. He gave it up for my mom. Ten years later, they go dancing four nights a week dancing with the car radio blasting country, with my dad crooning songs as he listens to his MP3 player.
Good country music is all right, but I’m an alternative girl. I spent my youth going to straight edge clubs, dancing to garage bands, moshing, skanking, free style dancing. I love the rawness of it, the newness, the trying something different, looking for the new sound. I love just dancing too it, though my dancing has been cut drastically since the boys, not to mention monitoring those adult content songs.
My mom is starting a line dancing class this Wednesday. She has been scouring for more dances, calling all her friends and associates, making flyers, getting babysitting for the boys. “You’ll come, won’t you? Your dad can watch the boys and bring them to the bar when the class is over.” Um. Line dancing?
It takes me several days of practice to get a dance down. I hardly know my left from my right. To remember all those steps, timed with music, it makes my mind swirl, and I end up looking as graceful as a cow. I won’t tell you how many weeks it took me to learn to swing back in high school, which is all forgotten now. I won’t bore you with details of the private dance lessons (because the husband doesn’t dance without a blood-alcohol level of .16) two months before the wedding. Not to mention, line dancing? What part of my music taste equals group coordination? It’s all about not being a Tool, Raging Against the Machine, having a Green Day.
But it’s my mom. She needs social approval, so if no one comes she’ll be crushed. She needs moral support, so if I don’t come, she’ll be hurt. Granted if her friends come, then I’ll be completely ignored, but I don’t need social approval. To her it’s a gone conclusion that I’ll be there. I don’t want to, but I feel I have to because look at all the softball, volleyball, basketball, Girl Scout, swimming, drama, school events she had to attend for me.
Though this cow doesn’t want to, I’ll be there tomorrow night (unless I can come up with a good excuse) with combat boots on instead of bells (or cowboy boots). Well, at least, I look good in a cowboy hat. Just promise me I can still get the new Green Day album.
June 30, 2009 at 9:04 am
it always looks like fun, but just can’t bring myself to try it
June 30, 2009 at 12:02 pm
Funnily enough, I was just thinking about taking line dancing lessons last night. I would rather suffer radio silence on a 10-hour drive than listen to a country station, but I love to dance and it is nearly impossible to find a male partner. At least with line dancing you don’t have to rely on anyone but yourself. Good for you for helping your mom out. As you said, after all the dragging around they did for us, one evening isn’t going to kill you.
June 30, 2009 at 10:08 pm
Wait, there’s a new Green Day album?
June 30, 2009 at 11:34 pm
It will only hurt for a minute. Surprisingly you might like it. It is sort of like an aerobic class. Your all in it together.
June 30, 2009 at 11:44 pm
Aw, Fae, you’re so cool to go. I agree that it might be pretty fun (especially after a few drinks)! Good luck. 🙂
July 1, 2009 at 8:21 am
Davis~ At least I know the first dance, the Eletric Slide.
NATUI~ She’s teaching all kinds. I fear it will be more than one night, and that would kill me. I wonder if I could plead my belly.
Court~ Yeah, it came out last month. The radio stuff sounds great.
Insider~ You know they say the “only hurt for a minute” when it’s going to really hurt. Are you a former nurse?
Ink~ Drinks! Brilliant!
July 1, 2009 at 9:27 am
I went through a country phase in college, because a couple of bars around us would have country night. Once we saw how hot some of the guys looked in the hats, we were hooked. I could barely do the Boot Scoot Boogie, but it was fun. For some reason we stopped going, not sure why. You’ll have fun, Fae!! And Green Day will always be waiting for you when you get home.
July 2, 2009 at 12:21 pm
There were some nice guys in the band to watch.