Dancing Fun

Last night a group I am part of had a Valentines dinner dance.  After the snow days of the last three nights it was great to get out of the house, dress in non-thermal clothes, catch up with friends, eat a dinner that someone else made and dance.

This Valentines dance is not Russ’ idea of the perfect way to celebrate, but it certainly got him off the hook to come up with a better plan.  I guess that his agreeing to go should have been seen as his gift to me.  Not that Russ is anti-social, but dancing is not his first choice activity.

After a nice cocktail hour and a dinner at long elegant tables set in the ballroom that reminded Russ of a Harry Potter Hogwarts set up, the band came out.  The lead singer, Gwen had been my friend Stephanie’s nanny when her kids were little so of course I wanted to support her and do some dancing.  It was the polite thing to do.

I had already walked almost 20,000 steps before I got to the party so I also thought dancing might be a way to get to a higher step milestone and reach 30,000 steps in one day, a level I have never reached.  As the three singers dressed in red sequin tops and tight red slacks with very high heels belted out one classic after another Russ willing stayed on the dance floor with me.

Friend Holley said to Laura the ever-present photographer, “Get a picture, the Lange’s have never spent so much time on the dance floor.”  For the almost two hour first set we danced to every song, well I danced to every song.  Russ was allowed to be a spectator with the other husbands when the majority of women took the stage as back-up singers to my favorite tune, “Proud Mary.”

After doing all that rolling on the river I finally gave Russ his valentine’s gift of getting to go home.  It was eleven at night on a Friday and he had hardly slept more than four hours the night before.  As soon as we left the no-wifi ballroom I pulled out my phone to see how many steps I had added during the dance-a-thon.  I was shocked that in two hours of dancing I had only gotten 6,000 more steps.  What a disappointment.  My day ended with just over 26,000 steps.  Yes, it was a record for me, but not a milestone in the world of fitbit, no congratulatory e-mail, no virtual badge, nothing.

Although I did not reach the mountain top I did have a very fun night with my sweetheart.  He did sacrifice and dance and dance and dance with me.  Dancing for exercise is probably better than just walking so I am looking it that way.  I just wish my dumb fitbit had a way to give me credit for arm movement and hip shaking.