Triple, because, well, coffee.
Min, so happy to hear your friends are doing well.
I'm conscious now that I wasn't one of the people who sent you good wishes and good-luck vibes and so on, but I was busy, and in Asia myself, at the time. I do so retrospectively now. Very glad to hear they're better.
It's a group dance often done at weddings.
Aha, that makes sense. Not the one where everyone pretends to row a boat or whatever? That one was a bit surreal.
Aha, that makes sense. Not the one where everyone pretends to row a boat or whatever? That one was a bit surreal.
Nope. Grapevine right, clap. Grapevine left, clap. Three steps back, clap. Step front, tap back foot, weight on back foot, tap front foot, quarter turn. (Or, once you've done this at the first bunch of the 18 bar and bat mitzvahs for kids in your grade, start thinking up endless variations that eventually include break-dancing moves.)
Super Porny Pants swoops in: "Darn right it's 'future', YOUNG lady!"
What? How was that porny? I don't get it.
... also I love AH's voice, but, hey, hello, I'm Rebecca Lizard, I'm in love with Alyson Hannigan. Her voice reminds me of the voice of Kelly, the graduate student who taught us at Columbia. I was all swoony over her, too.
At the weddings I go to (NYC, NJ area, Catholic and Jewish) the Electric Slide is usually performed by the women and little kids only. The guys of all ages dance with their SOs, of course, and the younger ones, when it's really late and they're drunker than drunk and feeling no pain, do that thing where they run into each other and slam their fronts together. In a non-porny way. The bridal and groom parties have at two I've been to danced to 'Paradise by the Dashboard Light'.
Of course, if they do swing dancing, middle-aged people like my folks rule the floor. And the rules can be broken if you're old or bold enough--there exists authentic videotape of my then-82 yo grandpa doing the Funky Chicken at his 50th wedding party.
YWMV.
Edited to add that Protestants get married too, I guess, but I happen to have been only at one Proddy wedding. A pianist, a harpist, a singer, no dancing.
It's time for someone to trot out that old gag about [religious sect] which discourages sex, on the grounds that it might lead to dancing...
Sorry, not paying the attention thing, again.
Nope. Grapevine right, clap. Grapevine left, clap. Three steps back, clap. Step front, tap back foot, weight on back foot, tap front foot, quarter turn.
Hmm, sounds like the nutbush but with a grapevine part instead.
I love the dancing at Jewish weddings, especially when everyone runs around holding up the bride and groom on chairs.