It’s so embarrassing to admit, my being otherwise so cool, but I don’t know how to do the Electric Slide.
I know from having just googled Electric Slide, that Arthur Murray could teach me but that seems mortifying to me. Not that Arthur Murray is bad. Heavens, what could be bad about a dance studio with that kind of longevity, where millions have learned to waltz and fox trot, rumba and tango?
It seems like the Electric Slide ought to come naturally – like if I have two or three beers (or five or six) and I’m with a bunch of hip people in a very cool, dimly lit bar, I should be able to glide over to the dance floor and slide with the best of them.
It’s probably never going to happen. I don’t go to bars anymore. Well, I never really did. I’m going to have to wait for the activity director at the home to do her session on remembering the 70’s. It sounds depressing when I put it that way but, on the upside, it’ll end my shame at lacking this one critical piece of true cool.
There is always something to look forward to.
Written in response to the #bloganuary prompt: What is something you wish you knew how to do?