Dancing Queen

There is a group of young women at my church who like to go line dancing.

They are very cute and very hip.

Some are single, some are married and some are even moms. But not your average, everyday mom.

They are very cute and very hip.

Oh, I said that already.

So you can imagine my surprise when they asked me to go with them. Me? You mean, I can do that?

I laughed. I could see me wearing my capris and Easy Spirit sneakers tearing up the dance floor with my "moves". I haven't been on a dance floor in 14 years. The only dancing I have done is bopping to the Wiggles in the safety of our living room.

Me. Go dancing. Yeah, right.

In a surprise twist, my husband was literally threatening me if I didn't go. His exact words, "You're going...or else." I argued that I didn't have a thing to wear. I was pretty sure they would turn me away in my mom clothes. And then he said the magic words. The words that are music to a woman's ears. The words that soothe the beast within.

"Go shopping."

Well, if you insist.

As I mentioned earlier this week, my shopping trip was a disaster. I came home virtually empty handed. But something kinda weird happened. I found myself actually wanting to go dancing.

I know. A very non-mom thing to do.

So, I gathered up my resolve and hit the local consignment shop, determined to find something to help me get my groove on. Now, don't panic. I shied away from tube tops and hot pants. But I came away with two very understated, slightly mom-ish shirts (hey, it's progress) and a very cute, yet very uncomfortable pair of black heels.

Perfect for dancing.

So, last night, I fixed my hair, I put on makeup, donned my heels and went dancing with the girls. And you'll never believe this...

...but I had fun.

I didn't drink. I didn't smoke. And I didn't dance with strange men. (And believe me, there was no shortage of them.) It was just us girls, out there being goofy, laughing at ourselves trying to learn the steps. Being loud. And being young.

That's right. I said YOUNG. Because we are. I am. Even though I forget sometimes.

Thank you to the girls who saw me through those eyes and asked me to come. You reminded me of someone I used to be and today I didn't wear my Easy Spirit shoes.

So, when are we going again?

*Blogger wouldn't let me uplaod the #!$%* pictures, so go here to check out the girls and my cute shoes.