So you want to be a Zombie…

The thought has never crossed my mind before. Never once have I thought it would be swell to be a Zombie.I was the person yelling at the screen “DON’T OPEN THE DOOR!” Did those actors ever listen to me? No.

Then I got a text.

It was from new friend I met on a Board of Directors I sit on. I offered to help with stuff that needs done for a parade we are going to be in and out of the blue she texts…. So, you want to come to Zombie class tonight?

Gone are the days when my automatic answer is no. So I said sure! Let this day go down in history. I signed up for Zombie class.

I always had a secret fantasy to dance and sing on Broadway. Here I was in a sweaty hot old gym with hardwood floors and reflective windows that could be a mirror if I imagined it to be. I was living the dream….

I was nervous, having never been a Zombie before and I was in a room with professional zombies. I listened carefully to my instructions. Before I knew it, I was doing the first 4 sequences to Michael Jackson’s Thriller. I am not a Jackson esq. dancer by any means, but I can see me rockin’ it out like Jen Garner in 13 Going on 30. I could hear the music in my head and count the steps off to myself. Here is a clip of us. I am the one in the fabulous striped dress

Okay so maybe I just feel like that when I dance. But I likely look like this:

 

We have a 6 week deadline. The purpose is to be a Zombie Thiller Dancer for the Kaleido 2012 Family Arts Festival. Think of it as Flash Mob Zombie.

I think every single one of my friends should come. Why? It is more fun then I thought it would be. It is open to anyone who wants to give it a try. Apparently being coordinated isn’t very zombie-like so mistakes are better. Practices are 1 hour twice a week, email me for details.

Seriously, what else you got going on this summer that you can’t be a Zombie for the Kaleido Festival? It will be fun, I dare you. If you aren’t going to join me, buy a boat.

Zombies can’t swim…but I can Muaaahahahahahaha

Do a Little Dance…Get Down Tonight!

KC and the Sunshine Band (album)
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My day started out BAD. Then it became worse. I even cursed at work. Not usually like me, no clients were around – just a colleague, but still… not a proud moment. Then, like a ray of sunshine in walked one of those Angels, the kind that fixes everything, kisses the boo boo better, and makes the world all right once more. I am grateful she appeared and is staying for a while. So off I went to do my work with a little tune in my head to keep me happy.

I sat at the desk, typing away, answering messages, checking emails when the Angel appeared again and looked at me oddly. I looked up from the desk, met her gaze with a quizzical look and gave her my best Tim “the Tool Man” Taylor “Aaarroooo?” And she said “what are you listening too?”

You mean you can’t hear the music in my head? So the strange desk dance must seem odd. You see I was singing and dancing to KC and the Sunshine Band in my head. This always helps me focus, complete my tasks in a timely fashion and makes me happy. Not necessarily KC, but some other happy song always works. I come from a long line of head singers. No I don’t mean LEAD singers, HEAD singers is exactly what I mean.

I would walk into the kitchen as a kid to witness my mother in a “shakin’ her bootie” moment. Her music of choice was something from American Graffiti. I would jump in beside her, and we would dance to absent music, only available in our heads. Not cool dancing either. The kind of dork dancing that makes everyone laugh. Often my sister would join in, only she was so little, we would pick her up and twirl. Her giggles were infectious. Before long we were all doing the Happy Dance and laughing until our sides hurt.

The only way I can properly describe the Dork Dance or Happy Dance is this: please visualize Muppets dancing with their mouths open and arms flailing about. That is as close as I can describe to how cool we looked. The kicker being, this could happen anywhere. No location on the planet is to obscure or off limits. We have done the Happy Dance on Main Street USA in Disneyland. I have watched my sister Happy Dance in Paris at the age of three where countless Japanese tourists took a video her. We  even Happy Danced at my Grandfather’s funeral last year, honoring his Old Man Dance. Nothing is sacred, if you need to be happy, DANCE!

I have carried on the time honored tradition and corrupted my children. We all stopped one day in the middle of Sobey’s parking lot to Happy Dance. I cannot tell you what we were celebrating, but I do remember saying “Happy Dance!” everyone froze in their tracks and we all danced.

Tonight when I came home from work, Genetic Offspring was pretty excited about the new series “Hawaii Five-O” starting. I sang the first five notes, and suddenly the Happy Dancing started! Chatterbox and I carried it on the longest.

I must say dancing is the quickest way to cure what ails you.

Last year I forgot about dancing. I was just too wrapped up in stuff that bogged me down. So listen up fellow tourists!

Eat, Drink and most of all Dance.

Because silly makes the stress go away.

There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good.  ~Edwin Denby