As I walked up with my friends to the red rope at the smiling bouncer, I started to grab for my ID. “You can go ahead and go Ma’am.” Oh, ok, I thought. That was easy enough. Maybe he is just letting everyone pass. Once I entered “da club” I could feel the beat of the music, but for the life of me, I couldn’t see a darn thing. The laser lights were all over and in my eyes. I just have to adjust my eyes, I thought to myself. As we made our way to the dance floor, bobbing and weaving through the crowd trying to find a space to get our dance on, I was feeling a little claustrophobic. When did they start letting so many people into clubs? How was I going to have room to dance? What is this song?
Oh no, NO! It has finally happened. I am now the older woman in the club!
NO, NO, NO!
This is not going down. I am not accepting this. When did this become my actuality? As the realization swept over me, the soundtrack of my declining coolness bumped to the tune of “Blow the Whistle”, the updated version (I had no idea there was a “new” one). That’s right, blow the whistle on my youth ref, I’m officially old. So what did I do, you ask? I sat my old butt down and pouted….JUST KIDDING! I danced. That is what I did. I danced and danced. I laughed and enjoyed. My friends and I looked at each other playfully when we didn’t know the song, BUT, we still danced! And you know what, I am going to keep dancing. Dancing is one of my favorite things to do with my friends, and as long as there is breath in these lungs and life in these hips, I’m gonna dance!
So, next time you are out and you realize that you are not a twenty-something anymore, get out there and show those youngsters how it’s done! Dance like nobody is watching and shake it girl! Hit ‘em with a cabbage patch and a running man and you’re golden. Age ain’t nothing but a number.
Dancing with you,