Sock Hop

I suppose it could be considered a little sad.  I mean, I saw a couple of hotel staff people peeking into the room about midway through the ritual. I'm sure they were amused by the middle aged stompers boogying to the Beach Boys. But the dance floor wasn't crowded, and nobody cared whether you had one partner or seven. And it was good exercise, damn it.  So I danced. Where else can you boogy on the same dance floor as Kylene Beers and Nancie Atwell. Or Michael Day, for that matter.

But when they did that line dance, Electric Slide, the one that Keanu Reeves and friends do in the jail cell in the movie The Replacements?  Well, I can never remember the steps, and I cross my feet the wrong way and go forward when I'm supposed to go back, and it just isn't a very organized thing. So, I did generic dancing instead. I wasn't cool but who cares. At least I didn't spend any money.