Last night at my nephew’s wedding, as everyone was getting ready to sit down and eat, my family did what they do best, they all poured onto the dance floor and started dancing. I don’t know what it is – the Latin in us – the energy in us – we have so much fun at these occasions. The night before my brothers had been goofing off and decided that they would invent a new dance move – my oldest brother came up with the no so bright idea that we would all be lawn tools – so someone would do the hedgeclipper, someone the wheelbarrow, the sprinkler, the pole digger, the riding lawnmower. So last night we got to do our new moves on the dance floor and I was laughing so hard my cheeks hurt.
I’m genetically programmed to move and dance – and on that, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree (everything else is debatable).