Shall We Dance?
Last night I was invited to go out with a friend of mine. As I was getting dressed, I was feeling pretty good about the fact that I actually got to get dressed up and go out. It was nice to not have my head down and to get the opportunity to be in the world. My friend and I were meeting at a bar close to my house to see a band play. When we got there, I got to see something that I have never seen before. I’ve been to dance clubs before, but this was a different kind. This was a dance club for senior citizens. Most of the couples in the room were between 60-80 years old.
I spent so much time in awe watching these grandparents bump and grind on the dance floor to Maroon 5 and Celo Green. It was a truly surreal experience. The weirdest thing happened while we were there. I decided that no matter how old I get, I still want to be out in the world, dancing, having a few drinks, and having fun with a companion. I’m 38 years old and found myself insanely jealous of these 70 year old grandparents. What I saw in that bar were a lot of happy joyous people. The overwhelming feeling in the room last night was a feeling of love. Love for life, love for each other, and love for joy.
I’ve never known exactly how I would age and what that may look like, but what I saw last night was a glimpse of what I would like to occasionally experience when I’m in my 70’s and 80’s. I still want moments of carefree joy. And hopefully the knees and hips to still be able to dance.