tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101763722668731958.post6286579349255352218..comments2011-12-05T03:07:50.093-08:00Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12495668558037672507noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101763722668731958.post-305019641025338732011-12-04T15:44:12.535-08:002011-12-04T15:44:12.535-08:00You know what&#39;s funny about you and me? We have a lot of dancing memories, mostly stupid, but memories just the same. I love each one of them.<br /><br />P.S. You don&#39;t fool me. I&#39;ve seen you dance to a certain boy band and you&#39;ve got grooves, sister.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215366020823836562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101763722668731958.post-59633813946844330252011-12-03T11:02:57.485-08:002011-12-03T11:02:57.485-08:00I always felt the same way about church/school dances. I could usually be found sitting in the corner trying to look inconspicuous as I stared awkwardly at the ground (what a pair we would have made had we known each other 15 years ago). And THEN I discovered Irish dancing. And belly dancing. And zumba. I still feel awkward at a real &quot;dance.&quot; But give me a class, and I&#39;m good to go. :)ixojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541098796052272142noreply@blogger.com