Pardon me for the tangent, but I absolutely love hula dancing. I love the simple beauty of the costumes and gestures. The music is fabulous, to say the least. I’m sure it would be fun to dance, but I’d actually prefer to watch it rather than dance it. Hey, if there are any hula dancers out there, feel free to email me (It’s on my Gravatar profile). Honestly, I’d really like to get some new perspectives for guest posts on the blog besides ballet, tap, ballroom, and what not. But, if you want to write a guest post about ballet, tap, jazz, modern, ballroom, etc. please feel free to email me as I only have one guest post on this blog so far.
So, this is a companion post to an older post entitled, “You Know You’re Addicted to Dancing If…” I’ve met plenty of dancers that are definitely “addicted” to their craft. Conversely, I’ve also met dancers that may not dance actively, as in they may not take lessons. But one look at them gettin’ down and you have a positive identification: This person is a dancer. No matter how much he/she dances, there’s definitely quirks we all express. So, you know you’re a dancer if…
- You’re willing to put your dignity on the line, and discuss the hideous costumes you’ve worn, or any clothing catastrophes you’ve been through.
- Personal Anecdote: While I’ve never had to wear any hideous costumes, I have had one clothing catastrophe:
In the eighth grade when I initially discovered my passion for dance, our class had to take obligatory dance lessons every Friday evening for a couple of weeks. They culminated in an eighth grade dance at a swanky club. For the dance, I chose a cute, pink dress that reached to the top of my knees. It had a black belt across the midsection and a buckle laced with rhinestones. It was also strapless. Of course, I had to buy a strapless bra with it. Here’s the thing: It wasn’t tight enough around my, ahem, essential area. But, both Mom and I felt that it was okay anyway. Come dance time, I found that my strapless bra, along with the dress, was continually sliding down! It was frustrating because I couldn’t dance as vigorously as I desired, and I had to keep pulling my dress up. The moment of horror came when I realized that the dress had slid down to the point where both my breasts were slightly exposed. Luckily, the lights were dimmed, and everybody was absorbed in dancing. I rushed over to the sympathetic, mom-chaperones to get help for my wardrobe malfunction. Though this only happened once, I continually consulted them for dress help for the duration of the evening. To this day, I have never worn a strapless dress again.
- Dancing doesn’t just take place at an event. You also dance to the radio in your car while you’re strapped in; you boogie to your iPod while you’re shopping; you mentally picture yourself dancing when funky music comes on, but the situation is inappropriate for any kind of dancing, etc.
- You feel slightly disappointed when you hear that there will be no huge reception, thus no dancing, at a wedding you’ll be attending. (Been to two of those.)
- You have a love-hate relationship with line dances.
- You take dance lessons for your particular style (duh).
- You actually don’t mind big crowds as long as they’re dancing with you…
- …,but you do get peeved when a group of friends decide to make the floor their setting for a friendly chat.
- You’re willing to teach someone what little you know about a certain dance.
- You’d willingly dance without drinking some “liquid courage” first.
- Conga lines excite you, and you immediately join one when it begins.
- You gather up your courage and ask someone to dance with you. (Even if you don’t have a sense of rhythm, I think this is an excellent quality of a dancer.)
- You think the best music is the kind you can boogie to…
- …and the music is even better if it’s the kind you can sing and dance to, regardless of whether you’re good at the former or not.
- Your best memories involve dance in some way.
- You firmly believe dance is the optimal form of exercise.
- You mentally, or physically practice without conscious notice, steps you need to work on.