Neitzsche was right...about some things

 "We should consider everyday lost in which we don't dance."

- Neitzsche

The other day I took a trip to the high school my sister teaches at. They were playing music at lunch so I taught them some of the the dances I learned abroad. It quickly turned into an epidemic. By the end of the day hundreds of kids had learned it. New flash mob idea?! (Me and Britta are on the far right)

I love to dance.

And I’m not talking slow, synchronized flowy moves. Or that sorry excuse for dancing that people call “grinding.”

I’m talking flailing limbs, shaking booties, and jumping around until it hurts to breathe.

I have been down the road of “trained dancing.” Hard and rewarding. And incredibly beautiful. But that’s not what I’m talking about...right now.

If you know me, you know I love dance parties. If you know me well, you have been a part of one.

(In fact, looking at my facebook, a good number of the messages that include “I miss you” also involve some message about a much needed dance party.)

Thursday-Saturday I still find myself wishing I were back in Sydney where we could go out to the clubs dancing. (Darn 21+ law..) You know what the best part was? We danced any way we wanted. And no one cared.

When did that change? When did the freeing sensation of movement to music turn into a boring (and slightly nauseating) rubbing up on a member of the opposite sex? I mean honestly, who is that fun for?

I challenge my readers (all 3 of you) to help me in the quest to bring back what dancing should be about. Freedom. Release. And joy.

I think this is a pretty good representation of how I dance party. My roommate Jack and I made this in our dorm room last year instead of studying for a midterm. And guess what? We both aced it. J