I like to dance. No, make that love to dance. Tonight I turned the kitchen floor into a dance floor. I asked B2 to locate a song on-line so she could play it for me. I wanted to see if it was what I thought it was. Sure enough.
She played Starry-Eyed Surprise by Paul Oakenfold. I'd heard it on Diet Coke commercials and I instantly liked it.
Since B2 was playing it, I started dancing. Here's the conversation that followed.
B2 - Is that how you dance?
Me - Kind of, I'm probably exaggerating it.
B2 - Ok. Dance like you really would if others were watching.
Me - Sure.
B2 - Is that really how you'd dance?
Me - Probably.
B2 - Well, you're not such a bad dancer but you look so 80's.
Me - Hello!! When do you think I was dancing in the clubs? Honey, I'm a product of the 80's dance era. What can I say?
No reaction from her but laughter.
Here's my next thought....B2 thinks of the 80's as retro. What does that make me?