Dancing Queen

I’m sitting in my hotel room far far from home and watching the finals of “Dancing with the Stars.” Okay, far far means just down 95 and over the Woodrow Wilson Bridge at the Hilton Alexandria Mark Center. It’s actually quite classy. For Virginia.

Celine Dion is currently singing “My Heart Will Go On.” I’m the trip down memory lane, singing along slightly (not too loud as my co-worker is in the room next door). As professional dancers grace the screen I have the sudden urge to take up ballroom dancing. Also growing is a feeling that I’m probably a pretty phenomenal ballroom dancer. After all, I did train formally in Beltsville as a child. If dance lessons off route 1 in PG County don’t say class and grace, then I’ve been living in denial for most of my life.

Dancing update – Marie Osmond is out. Well, she came in third place. I guess that’s good. Commercial update – soon we’ll all be able to see the classic “Alvin and the Chipmunks” on the big screen. And real life. All I can say is, “It’s about time,” and, “I smell Oscar. Okay, Golden Globe. Seriously? A Nickelodeon Kid’s Choice Award if they’re lucky.” In all seriousness, I can’t wait to see it. At home. On demand. For free.

Now dancers that lost along time ago are dancing. I’m even more convinced that I could be a ballroom dancer. I’m certainly better than these celebrities. When I’m a celebrity I’ll for sure go on “Dancing with the Stars.” Oh I’ll bring it – and win it. I’m probably better than all the Spice Girls put together. Except for the sporty one, she’d probably kick my ass. Is it weird that I can’t tell the difference between the professional dancer and the “celebrity?” I’m sure I’m not the only one out there thinking the same thing, “who the heck are these people?” So, I could probably go on the show without being a celebrity and then become a celebrity for being a celebrity dancer. Sounds like a plan. Look for me next season!