My daughter’s wedding is just a few weeks away, and as the excitement builds, so does the nervous tension of my time on the dance floor. Yes, I have two left feet. And yes, there is nothing elegant about my time on the dance floor. Not that it matters. A few drinks and no one is watching what anyone is doing.
I marvel, with envy, at the graceful dancers that move with rhythmic agility. Maybe my two left feet will be as good as it gets — I think the champagne will help the never say die attitude. Now I just need to find the right shoes for my two left feet.
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