Showing posts with label Etiquette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Etiquette. Show all posts

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Helping white people dance


"I mean, if you don't want to dance, go sit in the freakin' nosebleeds."

I heard this from a chatty woman in a massive bathroom line at the Brad Paisley concert in February. She complained to the woman next to her, also a stranger, about people who yelled at her while she was trying to get her grove on during Darius Rucker's set.*

My immediate reaction was to agree with her. Don't go to a concert if you don't want to dance.
But then I realized, I don't dance at concerts. I don't really dance at a lot of places. Or at all. If I do dance, well you can see for yourself what happens.

I danced with Winnie and Daisy in my empty house the day I got the keys to my first home of my own. I still dance with Winnie and Daisy in my bedroom (with the door closed) when I've had a good day.

Otherwise, any dancing I've done involves alcohol. I once, sober, sat through an entire Rascall Flatts concert in a lawn chair. The only time I stood up is when a Make a Wish Kid was brought on stage to sing.

At a sober Lenny Kravitz concert, I sort of awkwardly swayed once.

Why don't I dance? I just asked one of my best friends to give me a comment on my dancing.

"When Randi dances, she seems to enjoy herself. She is very enthusiastic. It doesn't happen often. Like me and all other pale people, Randi is white. I am sure that Randi is at least a good a dancer as I am," said Misty Ebel.

With that ringing endorsement, I would like to say that I would like to dance more. I really want to dance at the upcoming New Kids on the Block show.

I just don't want to hurt society in the process.

What about you? Do you dance at concerts? How do you not make a fool of yourself?

*I would like to note that even though I am not a concert dancer, I do not hate on those that do or demand they sit down. Whatever. Dance your pants off!