What does it really mean to be a dancing queen?

dance–verb

1.

to move one's feet or body, or both, rhythmically in a pattern of steps, esp. to the accompaniment of music.

2.

to leap, skip, etc., as from excitement or emotion; move nimbly or quickly: to dance with joy.

3. to bob up and down...

After reading this definition do you really think its right to grind in a circular or vertical motion in the name of dance?! Clearly that junk does not even come close to meeting its definition. People, it is time to find the true purpose of the dance floor once again. If you are not 'moving nimbly,' you're NOT dancing.

Last night my friend Beth and I wanted to put the dancing back in dancing. I will admit, we were not moving exactly "rhythmically in a pattern of steps," but at least we were moving in many interesting directions. We went to show off our skills at Cadillac Ranch, a big ole dance floor with a stage (our rhythmic blurs could only be spotted on this stage). When moving as rapidly and unpredictably as we were, one should note never to leave I.D's, cash, or your favorite earrings in your cowboy boots. Throughout the night, in between our daring dance moves, under the pounding feet of the grinders in the beer flooded floor; Beth and I collected our lost essentials...except for my debit card and some cash (which was never retrieved). we didn't care. I felt like Cameron Diaz in Charlie's Angels when she is laughing and dancing really terribly on stage on Soul Train while everyone watched. Only when I looked out past the stage, no one was watching.

But there were some creepers peering intently from the backside of the stage watching the backside of the stage's inhabitants. These were the boys lacking any upper body strength, smooth moves, or any previous interactions with a live female. One-by-one, they began to circle around Beth and I, gaining confidence in numbers due to increased amounts of mixed drinks and recognizing we were actually repelling all the the alpha males in the room. Some of these boys were just awkward, some very over weight, some kind of smelly...but by the end of the night, we were all friends. We were the hotties that released the dance beast.

I think dancing is just another way for us to free ourselves.

When we loose our selves in all dignity and begin to stop caring what people think, three things happen: 1) we unite the awkward people 2) we get very judged by the lame asses who think they are better than us because they grind (one grinder pushed me when I asked her if she wanted to be our dance off) 3) and we build our individual confidence as we look like fools...eventually I started to think I looked cool (in my mind).