Where do grown married women with breastfeeding babies and small children go to dance?
Why, their cars of course! Bustin' a move with a little classic MJ. It doesn't get much better groove-wise.
Honestly, where should grown women who don't want to go to bars, or even dance with men go to dance??
There was a time when my very best girlfriend and I would go out every weekend to a stinky bar just to dance. We'd go early before the 'crowds' hit. We were bar nerds. Drinking water and dancing for hours.
I don't miss the bar. At all. But sometimes I miss the exhileration of dancing for hours, sweating and losing yourself in music. Dancing at home can be fun, no doubt about it, but it's not the same. You try the occasional Christmas party or wedding, but it's not the same either.
What's a suburban mom to do?
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We go upstairs where the Sirius radio is...or downstairs, by the kitchen. And you're welcome anytime to our Estrogen Dance Par-tay! ;)
Hooters.
Except we would be recruited.
Would you like some milk with your coffee/meal/beer/wings?
The payoff is watching how cute our kids our when they dance with us.
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