Deep Dark Secret #2

It's that time again. Time to make my spouse uncomfortable and possibly alienate someone I love. Dah-Duh-Daaaahhh!

Deep Dark Secret #2

Ever since I saw the movie "Footloose" I have had a desire to get footloose with my bad self. I mean really, it doesn't get any more absurd than the premise of that movie, but something inside me longs to break into a dance routine in the middle of rural America. Break those chains that tie me down...by gettin down. Maybe it was the Kenny Loggins. It seems like he wrote the soundtrack to every over-the-top-silly movie in the 80's that I love. Movies, scenes, and songs that spoke to my soul.

Take the scene where they play chicken with tractors. I mean come on dude. He gets his shoelace stuck in the pedal? Everyone thinks he's the man, when really he is just the benefactor of being fashionably irresponsible. He couldn't jump off...priceless. Or when he teaches the overgrown farmboy to dance on the bleachers. Just, wow. What about the scene where he dances around the factory and suddenly gets a little gymnastics routine in...who knew? Then, ol' boy organizes an illegal prom, gets the girl, beats up her ex-boyfriend, and dances the night away. He sure showed that Bible thumpin' John Lithgow where to stick his "no dancin' in my town" rule. Showed us all.

Alas, I was born with a physique that better allows me to put a hurtin on someone, rather than put on a dance recital. As my wife can attest, I am neither light, nor light on my feet. But still...a man can dream. Of Kevin Bacon. What? Huh? Who?

So there you go dudes. More ammo.