Dancing Redux

When I was but a girl dreaming of my wedding, I was a bit fuzzy on the details. I knew I wanted a big, poufy dress and complicated, fancy hair and a big ole tower of cake. But for my reception - my husband and I would enter from opposite sides of the room and meet on the dance floor. A traditional waltz would begin and the guests would be charmed.

And then the music would abruptly change.

My husband would rip away the velcroed skirt of my ballgown dress to reveal my fabulous legs in dancer's high heeled shoes and we would begin a scintillating tango whose choreography would blow away our guests with its degree of difficulty and

The irony of this is that my husband is a fantastic dancer. When I mentioned my dream reception scenario, his facial expression was enough for me to clamp down on my engagement ring and attempt to convince him that he must have misheard me. Or I was drunk.

But forget CD favors and butterflies at the reception. Apparently the latest trend at weddings is for the bride and groom to channel their inner hoofers and treat their guests to a cheeky routine. I was blown away by the Thriller dance. This morning's Dirty Dancing led to a journey across the wilds of You Tube.

Apparently I was not the only one with the tangoesque fantasy.

So it is no small amount of envy that I shed a little tear of admiration for these couples who had the collective cojones to break it down for their love: