Saturday, October 28, 2006
I'm singin' and dancin' in the...SHOWER?
I don't think I've made it a secret that I love "Dancing with the Stars".
Call me shallow, call me what you will.
I have racked my brain about what it is I find so irresistable about this show.
Is is the stars themselves? Is it the professional dancers? Is it the live band trying so hard to do their own special rendition of songs we all know? Is it the amazingly skimpy, sexy costumes that I could only fantasize about wearing? Is it Joey Lawrence's bald head?
Perhaps it's all of that.
Mostly, I just love to watch dancers. I am awestruck by how one can move and contort their body in such a way, that it becomes a beautiful dance. It seems unfair that only a select few have the true capability to do this.
Are you born this way or is it training?
The other day, I told a friend that I have two fantasies...to be a dancer, and to be a singer.
Now, mind you, I have no aptitude for either. When I sing, my kids ask me to please "SHUT UP" (but very politely, mind you). When I dance, well, let's just say Jerry Springer and I would make perfect dance partners.
This friend told me "you can do both Cruisin'...all it takes are some lessons". I laughed, rather loudly, in her face.
Really...can you make a silk purse out of a sow's ear? Can you make Audrey Hepburn out of Mama Cass? (of course Mama Cass could sing, couldn't she?) Can you make Fred Astaire out of Herman Munster?
I mean, come on, they couldn't even make "Britney Spears" out of Britney Spears.
So, no...I don't think you can make Paula Abdul out of Cruisin-mom.
But one can continue to fantasize, right?
So, this morning I'll go into the shower, like I do every morning...and put on a great concert.
(oh please...like you don't do that?)