I firmly believe that ballroom dancing can be done to modern day music. I know it’s possible because I’ve done it. This whole business of only dancing to Frank Sinatra is… misguided. Over the past couple months I’ve started writing down different song titles and what type of dance they’d be suitable for. I think my oddest find so far is that the “From the Vault” portion of the Halo Reach game soundtrack is an Argentine Tango.
I haven’t actually gotten to properly dance in months. I danced up until 7 months pregnant with Munchkin. This time around things just hurt too much and I opted out around 5 months. Dancing rumba in the kitchen with the Engineer after giving birth – as weak and non-toned and achey as my body felt (and still feels) – was one of the most sublime moments since Little Elf was born. The sheer joy of being able to move!
It will come… right now Little Elf is still too little to leave for any length of time, and I need to work on getting back into shape… but oh how I miss it.