If you already get that reference, let me know and I’ll bake you cupcakes and buy you expensive gifts because we are now best friends. Or I’ll just get you stuff that at least LOOKS expensive. I’m not made out of money, greedy pants, geeze.
If you don’t recognize the title of this post (which is 98% of you, I guarantee), you need to go watch the movie Dance with Me and then come back and read this. This will all make more sense and I’ll seem slightly less ridiculous that way.
People, this is a story of hearts in motion. In the dance of life, love can happen in a heartbeat. THIS IS DEEP STUFF, YO.
No, but really… it’s super-cheesy, but the dance scenes are amaziiiiing! I used to watch it on VHS all the time when I was younger, wishing I would grow up and one day be able to wear sparkly dresses and dance with Latin men. Serious. I’d even try to copy the dances. SERIOUS. This poor little white girl couldn’t move her hips to save her life, but it sure didn’t stop her from trying.
Do you ever do that? Like, after you watch a dance movie you think, Pfft. I can do that… Then you stand up and start trying to pull off all these advanced professional dance moves and you basically just look like you need to be committed? Then you think, Alright, Channing Tatum, you win at pop and lock… FOR NOW! Then you go look on YouTube for instructional videos? No? Just me? Okay.
Well, if you take my advice and watch Dance with Me, you’ll see what I mean. Especially the 2nd half of the movie, which is basically an hour of stuff like this:
Sequins, hip gyrations and Latin men with greasy ponytails. A movie can’t get much better.
(unless, maybe you add in some sort of a vampire.)