Good times going on. Lots of music, lots of dancing, celebrating, etc. Anyone could join in. I sat on the sidelines and watched.
You had the black people dancing, then someone would grab the microphone and say, "Hey, now it's time for the latinos to show you all how it's done." Then the Spanish people would all flood the parking lot and soon there would be all this wild dancing. Good stuff. I really love it when I see people who dance in celebration of the Lord, because in the church I grew up in, we were taught that dancing was evil. Evil to the point where the college I went to was not allowed to have "dances." They could have "Parties with music and foot exercise." And people wonder why I'm cynical. *snort*
So, I'm watching all of this, grinning and enjoying myself. And I realized something... that somehow the tables have turned and being a white guy is probably about the uncoolest thing anyone can be right now.
Cause I don't think you'll ever hear at a celebration like this, "Okay all you white boys, let's get up and show 'em how it's done!" Well, perhaps if they're talking about changing a tire or dismanteling a computer. But not when it comes to dancing. You just never see the white boys showing up the Latinos. "Oh you wish you could dance buddy, but check out my fantastic foot shuffling. Next year I'm hoping I'll learn how to move my arms when I dance. And if I can't master that, it's Riverdance for me!"
My husband is a big, dorky, white guy. But he danced at our wedding. It was the first time he'd ever danced in his life. He didn't do all that bad. I asked him how he learned. He told me he used to wait until I was sound asleep, then sneak into the living room, put on the headphones and practice.
No one will ever feel outshined by Todd's dancing, but I still think that was the sweetest thing anyone every did for me.