The WideEyedSpouse had a haircut this morning. “How’re you getting it cut?” I asked while backing the Smooth Ride out of the WideEyedGarage. (And I should not have been talking while doing this. There is a 1 cm gap on the driver’s side and a 4 inch gap on the passenger side with lawnmowers and doorframes and stuff so…concentrate!).
The Spouse did a little dance step. “You know, like the guy in the movie with the dancing.” I hit the brakes. It was mesmerizing watching this in the dim garage, his just out of bed hair waggling around unpredictably.
“Huh?” I had nothing. I leaned partway out of the car window, trying to see and hear better. Did that just happen?
“The movie with dancing, you know.” He did another little dance step with some jazz hands to the side. The garage keys in his hand jingled. I had the sense he couldn’t really get into it because he was stuck in the small space between the Smooth Ride and the Mighty Pathfinder.
“Wha?” I still had nothing to guess. Partly because the dancing stuttered my thinking bits, partly because I just had no (useful) clue. The movie with the dancing. Dirty Dancing? No, because that would be a ducks-ass/mullet combo and I was pretty sure the Spouse wasn’t aiming for that. Singing in the Rain? That would be weird since I’ve never actually seen it and didn’t the guy have a hat on? Perfect Pitch? That’s singing and not dancing and girls with girl-hairstyles. Guardians of the Galaxy? I mean, I wouldn’t call that a dancing movie.
The Spouse sighed, frustrated. “You know…” he did a step step kick to the side and back with a little hand toss-head flick to the left, “the movie with the dancing and the guy.” His Egg Shen’s Medicine t shirt flapped around a bit as he danced.
Ah. I had it.
“Ohh, La La Land, Ryan Gosling,” I started backing up again. “Yeah, that should look good.”
I blew the spouse a kiss through the pollen-encrusted windshield and putted off to the big U for the day’s labors, and I was giggling and full of love as a I drove .
Spouse’s pants blowing in the wind. Did the sunshine make them want to dance?
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I did not even realize I was doing the dancing…I guess I was thinking so hard to remember what the movie was that my body was just dancing on its own? The rhythm just took hold.
Just to be clear though…I would have still done the dance even if I had been in plain sight, in the driveway, in view of all the neighbors…with no shame or embarrassment.
And you know what they would have thought?
Hey, look, he is doing that dance from La La Land…
And he is GOOD!