The first time this dance party happened was in January 2009 in celebration of Obama’s inauguration
I remember how happy I was, how we all were so glad Obama made it in, the historical weight of the moment, the readiness for change, something far from Bush, Cheney, Rove, good job Brownie, Halliburton, Blackwater
I remember Dan’s band playing I Can See Clearly Now and screaming it at the top of my lungs in solidarity with its message
The next year, the dance was called “The Full Belly Dance” and I was confused: was it a belly dance dance? Did Dan’s band, The No Nos, even know any middle eastern music to which we could don our I Dream of Jeannie outfits and undulate our hips?
Last night, I went to the dance with a full belly
Thankfully, Paul and I got there late, so I only danced for 2 hours instead of
Apparently, I am not at the mercy of my anemia any more because I danced my ass off without incident
On the other hand, my knees are feeling creaky. How can I dance like that into my 50s, 60s, 70s, how?
My face was lobster red after the dance, the same as the when I had exercise-induced asthma after playing racquetball one time in college (squash?)
I know that dancing and certain kinds of music are banned in certain fundamentalist countries. What do you think Santorum thinks of this?
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