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25 Songs, 25 Days (Day 17) A Song That Makes Me Want to Dance

Once I realized I was never going to be a ballerina, I gave up on my love of dance forever.  No, I never took ballet classes, or tap, or pole.  I just always wanted to be one of the girls who did.

Saturday night fever
Saturday night fever (Photo credit: *Psycho Delia*)

And then came Saturday Night Fever.  I found the dance floor in 1977.  I was sweet sixteen.  We danced the night away at the Bel Rae Ballroom on Thursdays for the 18-and-under-only nights.  They had a rotating mirrored ball hanging from the ceiling and the whole shebang.  Say what you will about the 70s.  Disco allowed me to finally become the dancer I always knew I was.  I practiced the hustle in my basement, listening to the SNF soundtrack over and over . . . and over.

These days, aside from the occasional wedding, at which I will need at least three drinks before I do much more than tap my toe, I’m rarely found on a dance floor.  However, I do find playing some good music can help get me up and moving when I’m not looking forward to it.  I have a whole playlist of cleaning songs, guaranteed to get me up and dancing, duster in one hand, vacuum in the other . . .

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