Door-ty dancing

October 13, 2014

Door-ty dancing

I have lots of rhythm. Lots. More than most white people. Dancing came naturally to me.

As a kid I loved to dance, but never with anybody except maybe my mother.

Growing up, I was tall and shy and very self-conscious about my height (and everything else). I never once got asked or went to a dance or danced at all in public, except ballet class or recital.

Dancing with the door and Bandstand, I burned ’em up though.

Did you dance? With real people or the door? My door could really dance, but he was such a square….. ba-dum-shee.

Chris Montez is still around. I bet he looks the same. Just like we do.

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awkward years, chris-montez, dancing, growing up

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October 17, 2014 at 1:09 pm

I was very self-conscious about dancing well into my thirties. I had three left feet. But at the annual law firm holiday party one year it occurred to me that I had two choices: dance or talk to other lawyers. I’ve been dancing ever since.

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1. dearmaizie
  
  October 17, 2014 at 1:59 pm
  
  Good choice! (Kidding, I’m kidding.)
  Sorry to say even that wouldn’t have enticed me to the dance floor.
  
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Kate Crimmins

January 11, 2015 at 6:21 pm

The refrigerator door was my best partner. We jitterbugged really well but slow dancing was a little tough. My Mom would yell when we got into it so badly that the door pulled open spilling out the cold.

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1. dearmaizie
  
  January 11, 2015 at 8:42 pm
  
  Love it!
  
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Evan S

November 20, 2022 at 7:20 am

Thanks for this blog poost

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This blog started out as letters to my dog maizie but devolved into meaningless observations from a half-deaf cancer alumnus introvert navigating the noise you other people make.

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Door-ty dancing