Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Just Dance

retro dance Pictures, Images and Photos

I was in traffic. Not the Los Angeles kind, or even the New York City kind. But enough. It wasn't unexpected. I knew the time of day, I knew the merge. I made the choice, hoping (wasting a precious wish) that it wouldn't be that bad. Oh well. So much for hoping. It was a parking lot.

I wasn't late. I'd left time to wait. Time to spare. Time wasted? Anyway, I digress. I was in traffic.

I turned on the radio. Mostly I like to drive without it on, because I SING, badly, but with joy. Singing wasn't going to get me through the wait. The news aggravated me. I don't understand much of what is being said anymore, so I changed the station.

And there it was. A song from my recent past. A song with questionable lyrics from a genre of music that I don't call my own, yet secretly adore.

First my hands were tapping. Then my head began to move taking my neck and arms with it, then my hands (one at a time) were *oh good god people could see me but it didn't matter* coming off the steering wheel and doing some sort of crazy shadow puppet theater of dance that my mind did not understand but my body CLEARLY did. And soon, with an unexpected giddiness, I was all out dancing in my car. Hair flying, hip shaking, dancing. And you know what? It was, as my daughter would say, MAD fun.

My head flew back on a beat and my eyes landed on a car next to me. The man was amused. And why not? I looked to my left, more amusement from a car on that side as well. And to the back... rear view mirror people, laughing. And to the front? Side view mirror people... dancing.

At that moment, I wrote a script for the whole event. I decided that everyone, all the hundreds of us caught in traffic, were listening to the same station, and were all dancing and laughing, full of lightness and well being...together.

I was disappointed when traffic started to move. And I knew all my car friends were disappointed too. But as I drove, the experience got me thinking. Why are we so often miserable when we could opt to be delighted? Even in the most trying of moments. Could we not find some sort of lightness? A joy in the grocery line, a dream in the waiting room, a solution at the DMV?

I've decided to try more often. I lose so much time, why not gain some while waiting? Oh, and the song? Be prepared to JUMP AROUND!!!!!


18 comments:

  1. This is hilarious! And we have Jump Around burned on a CD. My kids love it.

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  2. Great post today...what a fun gal you are :)

    And, I love car dancing! It embarasses the be-jeezes out of my kids, but I could care less. Sometimes I get going and turn and wave at the car next to me, just to give them something to talk about at the dinner table.

    It's my little act of service ;)

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  3. Ha! This is fantastic. I think we'd all be happier if we danced while we were waiting. You should start a movement.

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  4. Loved the post--lol--and the reminder--we need to loosen up and remember to have fun more often. Thanks for the link, it loosened up the writers hunch in my shoulders. I needed that!

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  5. Great post. As I was reading, I had a mental picture of this whole scene! Hilarious and F-U-N! Thanks. :)

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  6. I found myself in the car dancing as well, what a great writer you are.....:-) Hugs

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  7. That was so awesome. It totally made me smile. Thanks!

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  8. My maiden name is Paine and since you just quoted House of Pain, I'd indeed agree, we need to Jump Around and have a little more fun while we wait!
    I love car dancing, by the way.
    ~ Wendy

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  9. I too was amused,,and disappointed when the traffic moved on.

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  10. Fun, fun, fun! You brought the picture to life!

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  11. Love that! And Jump Around always makes me move...not great moves mind you :)

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  12. Love this post. One of the things I always adored about visiting New Orleans was that people danced everywhere--a band on a corner, folks just started dancing. My daughter used to dance in supermarket aisles. Block Rockin Beats used to make me dance in the driver's seat. Let's all keep on dancing.

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  13. This is awesome. How can I now NOT dance when I'm stuck in traffic next?

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  14. I'll remember this post next time I'm in traffic, and I will either laugh so hard that I cry, or I'll start dancing. Either way, I'll be happy.

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  15. I love that. I still have a wonderful memory of watching a guy behind me in traffic singing and dancing to the same song I was listening to on my radio. I watched his lips form the same words and saw joy, absolute joy, as he reveled in them. How often do you get those kind of glimpses into the soul?

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  16. A great reminder to find the joy in everything--even the line at the DMV. Life is short. Suzanne, you are a beautiful writer.

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  17. Damn you, now I'm dancing at my desk, at midnight, instead of going to bed... and now the cage full of birds in the next room (who should also be sleeping) are cheeping! Hands in the air, y'all.

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  18. I had the same thing happen many years ago when we lived in Denver, on the way to work on a major highway and traffic was crawling in a heavy snow. Everything was in slow motion, like when you're over-medicated, and some oldie song (Heard It On The Grapevine) came on that fit the feel. So I'm singing at the top of my lungs as I'm looking around and watching the huge flakes coming down, and everywhere I look, in all my mirrors, everyone was singing the same song! It was one of those moments when you realize that we're all in this together ...

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