The song comes on the radio and I feel a hip twitch. I run from the home office to the living room to be closer to the music, and the other hip twitches. My right foot hits the oriental carpet with a stomp, and then both feet hit the carpet hard – toe foot, toe foot. My heart lifts with the beat, and I scoot to the stereo and turn up the volume.
Rock and roll, baby.
Suddenly, I’m 20 again. College dances. I close my eyes and smell the spilled beer, the sweaty college boys, the perfumed girls. Ode to Joy. Old Spice. I see us, moving our hips back and forth, jumping up and down to the beat.
Laughing. Shouting. Wild and Free.
I open my eyes, dancing with a huge grin on my face. The dog hops up from his place in the sun to see what his crazy mistress is doing. He looks astonished, then runs over to me, jumping up as if he, also, wants to dance.
Then I glance toward the far wall. The mirror shows the scene. Middle-aged woman with doggy dancing in the middle of living room on a Wednesday afternoon. The college scene fades, my smile disappears. Where’s the cute 20-year-old? Who the hell is this freaky lady?
I turn my back on the mirror, order the dog to ‘Sit! and “Stay!” and I dance like crazy until the song ends.
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Every now and then you’ve gotta get up and boogie! I love this story and I felt the beat while reading it – 20 is just an age, you are beautiful and can still rock!!!! You are hip, although at this time of life, when you talk about hip it could be painful! Keep on dancing, beautiful one!!!! Sounds like your partner (the dog!) enjoys it as well!! Mirrors lie!!!! (but I can totally identify with the whole story!!!).
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I do this on a daily basis! And I pick up my cat and we dance together…the freakier, the better for her. Thank goodness music still does this for us. I am so with you there, wild one. Ignore the lady in the mirror… you are timeless. Well done.
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“Our” old music is the very best!! It’s amazing how we can remember all the words from so long ago, yet forget things so often!!! LOVE this one!!
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Interesting. I find myself doing the same occasionally.
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We are only as old as we believe we are. I love the wild dancing. I do it with my 3 yr old grandson. Like the dog, he doesn’t care 🙂
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Well, you and I certainly aren’t old! And you know what? Our little grandchildren think we’re as young as they are, when we dance with them.
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So true! I’m heading out for a little grandchild dancing today!
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