but I was spared the chicken dance until my early/mid-twenties.
Ah, the blessed innocence of youth. What about YMCA? Another obligatory wedding atrocity of my youth. Sadly? No Time Warp.
Speaking of atrocities of my youth, Red Sonja is on the WB 11. I'd forgotten Ennio Morricone did the music for it. Brigitte just did some non-emoting to the cheesiest dead ancestor special effect evah, and we're off to the races. I think I'll jump in the shower instead.
I finally figured out why I love the chicken dance so much -- I don't tend to want to move my feet a lot while dancing, and that's the hallmark of the chicken dance!
Kissing is optional, though desired.
There was no dancing at my wedding. Just mingling. Therefore, NO FREAKING CHICKEN DANCE.
A white cat wearing a little black coat just strolled through our yard. Never seen this cat before but it was very jaunty and didn't look lost or anything. A cat in a coat, what's up with that?
A cat in a coat, what's up with that?
Was it smiling? Did you see any rabbits that looked a bit tardy?
Therefore, NO FREAKING CHICKEN DANCE.
It's a good thing you're not in the Midwest then, because I'm fairly certain you wouldn't be considered legally married here.
Really in a coat? That's hilarious.
Really a coat--black, quilted, with a little collar.
Weddings I go to we do the Alley Cat and the Electric Slide, but somehow no Chicken Dance.
Really a coat--black, quilted, with a little collar.
Hee hee! Love it.
The dogs wearing shoes around town have been cracking me up, but a cat in a jacket is TOO MUCH.