Dancing with the stares
That last entry gives rise to yet another whine: why must seemingly every wedding reception favor the dancing audience with a stirring rendition of "YMCA?" Most have the Electric Slide and the Macarena, but the Village People seem to be found at all weddings, which is kind of ironic when you think about it.
Most men don't like to dance. I don't need to substantiate or elaborate here, as it is an obvious truth, and I think I've opined about this previously. Yet women like to dance, and men want to be with women, so men dance when they have to. When you're married, that "have to" is pretty much just at weddings. We can handle the grab and sway slow dance, as that is devoid of skill and pretty close to the only reason we're dancing in the first place, but non-contact dances are humbling experiences for men. Dances with an athletic component, like swing, get a pass, but unfortunately require learning and skill, and most of us aren't about to take the time and effort to learn a dance when there are so many tools to use and sports to play or watch.
But back to the point. Men don't like to dance, and it's going to take a lot of drinks to get a man to dance to a song by the Village People. As it happens, though, there are a lot of drinks.
Labels: dancing, Village People, wedding reception