File this under the category of what not to do to anger the dance gods.
Individual theories may vary, but I am convinced that making fun of other dance styles is bad luck (or bad mojo, jobu et all.) People like Michael Flatley, while ultra talented, deserve a good dose of ridicule. Perhaps it’s the flashy pirate shirts unbuttoned down to the navel that get me -or- the pencil thin headband that looks more at home on a 70′s TV show bad guy (see shows like CHiPs.) Either way when my wife said she was taking Irish Step dance classes I laughed and went into my best “Lord of the Dance, Feet of Flame, Pants on Fire,” impersonation.
Apparently the dance gods needed to confer on how severe my punishment was going to be, because it was after her second class that my judgment day arrived. She came back home and I asked her how it went and proceeded to ask her how to do the moves. After assuring her that it wasn’t to make fun of what she was doing (which is part true but mostly not- I wanted some authentic moves to make fun of it with)I started with a basic leaping step. Atonement was now at hand because after I started to get the step of leaping onto my right foot, my right ACL went ‘POP!.’ After pushing ligaments back to their proper side of my knee it didn’t feel so bad. Of course the next morning was a different story, it felt like someone was constantly digging a knife into my knee every time I took a step.
That was two Thursdays ago. I suffered a setback about a week back when I thoughtlessly attempted to move a laundry basket over with the injured leg (big mistake.) Now it just pinches when I walk.
In retrospect, I should have known that I was playing with fire; Mexicans shouldn’t mess (or make fun of) Irish Step dancing. Hopefully my penence within this post will set me back into the dancing god’s good graces.
I will leave you with an Irish blessing that I first chucked at when I saw it on my Mother-In-Law’s refrigerator. This was back when my wife and I were just ‘sparking.’
May those who love us, love us.
And for those who don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he can not turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we may know them by their limping.
(I thought it was appropriate!) Hope you are all having a good day!

Don Vaillancourt 8:58 pm on November 28, 2009Permalink |
Oh yeah. This is a nasty fast song. When these songs go on I grab the first girl I can.