While at the International Film Fest gala last night I saw a woman dancing solo (meaning she was the only one on the dance floor) thrusting and flailing her arms with a huge smile on her face. Chances are her wild dance moves were vino inspired and she was dancing freely, unaware of all the eyes on her. The words, "What is she thinking?" slipped my lips and I stood there still... shocked by my own ass-hole-ness. What was I thinking?
I threw my jacket to my friend and my hand bag on the ground. On my way to the dance floor I promised myself never again to poo-poo on someone elses parade. I grabbed the giddy woman's hand and we flailed and swirled together laughing. A pinch of salsa, a dash of swing, a cup of fearlessness, and a big fat who cares. I'm sorry dancing lady person for making fun of you for having fun. I'm happy we had a dance together and I'm glad we didn't care who cared.
The song ended and in all her overflowing happiness she hugged me and said thanks. I looked at all the people looking, took a bow, and my buddy threw me my jacket. Maybe perfection is served in a wine glass.
Enjoy your spontaneous fearlessness.
FYI: The other woman in the photo is Angellica, not the flailing dancing lady.
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