You Swing, I Swing, We all Swing {Dance That Is}

My hubby and I have devoted one night a week to being together without out the kids. {yahoo}. Our activity of choice was Swing Dance. Well, when I say "our" choice I might've had a heavy hand in choosing, but I presented the idea with lovely sweets in order to convince my husband that Swing Dance was really the best option of fun for us.

We walked into a lovely two-story building--about a hundred years old or so, the swing music wafting down the stairs, a black and white portrait of 1940's stars beckoning us toward the top tier of stairs. It felt right. The music embraced us as we floated up towards the dance floor.

We stopped; looked around the dance floor and began to wonder if we just shouldn't take up drinking as our new one-hour kid free hobby. The dancers on the floor were sinuous in their movements-graceful even. We were electrifying at best when we danced and not the good kind. The kind where someone shouted, "just put them out of their misery. I can't stand their pain any longer!"  Have you ever seen Elaine dance on Seinfeld? However, the hubby and I are rebels at heart so we stayed. The dance instructors were {are}wonderful and very funny.  They broke the steps down easily so that even parents of three-year old twins could follow along {not an easy task}.

Fast forward three months. We're still at it-- the dance lessons that is. We are not the best dancers in the class and some how we convinced our friends that they should join us in our 'electrifying' version of swing dancing.  I will tell you that there are nights where we both leave feeling accomplished. We high five each other like we've won the Superbowl {can I say the Superbowl without having to pay someone?} and then there are the other nights {like tonight} where I insist on a creamy coffee drink with lots of whip cream {Weight Watchers be damned} because I blanked and just stared at my partner wondering what he was trying to do. {if I had a bubble over my head it would show: Swing dancing you say? Is that what I'm supposed to be doing?}

Thankfully our dance instructors have it set up where we rotate partners--I know that sounds scary to dance with strangers and it was-- until my hubby and I realized that we often danced better with other people than each other. I think we snark a bit at each other--okay I can be snarky, but to be fair he knew this when we started dating.

What's inviting about swing dance is that it is entertaining and the people are nice--even when you accidentally kick them, step on their feet or stare blankly at them when they know you know the dance moves because you did them last week just perfectly fine.

After eleven years of marriage my husband and I realize that we still like each other. We have fun. We are not perfect, we will never be perfect. Sometimes he irritates the living hell out of me. I'm sure I make him slightly miffed in a mild sort of fashion...occasionally. Maybe. I'm not sure because I'm pretty spectacular...okay that might be an exaggeration, but who doesn't like to feel good about themselves? and no one's up to contradict me so I'm leaving it. It's just like if you don't take a picture of the the food you eat on vacation then the technically the calories don't count. See you just learned something that you might have otherwise felt guilty about. I digress. The point is to go out and find your "swing dance" with the one you love or the one who mildly irritates you. It can be lovely.