I love the freedom and total bliss of being on a dance floor or anywhere when I can shake what my momma gave me. I don't know why dancing provides this sort of escape for me and I don't really care. I just LOVE LOVE LOVE it!!!
I know that my mom was a dancing fool in her younger days, a "real disco queen". My memory of her from the mid 70's is one hot momma. I remember this one all white polyester suit she wore that always made me think she was a woman in charge. I couldn't put words to it back then, but looking back I looked up to her, thought she was very cool and quite beautiful. She had long dark brown hair, almost black, down to her ass, beautiful olive skin and in that white suit she seemed like a woman of power.
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The pant legs of that suit flared out over her high heel shoes and the top was kinda high, like around her waist. She wore the white matching jacket over a hot pink fitted low cut tank top. Yes, she was my mom and I thought she looked hot! I'm not sure if she still cuts the rug or not, but we used to play records at our house all the time and dance around the living room. There was always music in my childhood, in the car on the way to school, driving around on Saturdays running errands, in the living room while we were doing our weekend chores.
Perhaps all this song and dance through my childhood fueled this passion for dance through the rest of my life. The song that started all this today is by Bruno Mars, Treasure. I LOVE that song. It just has the right rhythm and pop and the words are so fun. I sit in my car at stop lights and dance my ass off. I'm ready to go dancing!!! It's so fun! I don't care if I'm the only one out there, I just let loose and have a blast!!!
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