Dance for 200
Correct answer: What makes you say awww?
Whenever I danced with my father I felt like a princess, whether I
was three or thirty. When I was a little girl, he would don his union suit
and dutifully serve as the male lead in my elaborate productions, presenting
me to the world as I pranced into the room and raising me aloft as I executed
a grand leap. It was my father who took me to the ballet, who let me stand
on his feet to learn ballroom, who playfully executed tongue in cheek modern
dances (we had only two rules -- start out facing a wall and end up on
the floor) and who waltzed with me at both my weddings. Dad loved to dance.
Correct answer: What is forty, foxy, and fun?
My 40th birthday party was, as one friend commented, a cross between
a prom and a wedding. I rented a hall, hired a deejay, and told everyone
to dress up. We danced like we were at a junior high school dance, Soul
Train style and all. I finally realized that I don't have to get married
to have a big party!