Oh boy, here we go with confessions again. Hang on to your hats.
There, I said it. We like to go cut a rug together and pretend we are still in the prime of our youth without a worry, a mortgage or a Eurovan to our name.
I like going here with my fella. I like the atmosphere, the music, the way John’s eyes light up when they play the latest J.Lo hit and he whispers “I love this song” and starts mouthing all the words.
But do you know what I love the most? Knowing that every time we go there, no matter what we are wearing, how awkward and Elaine-like my moves might be, or the fact that I ask for a drink with Malibu rum in it, no one ever gives us a sideways look.
And we are never judged.
This is the kind of place that embraces “come as you are” with open arms. It is a safe haven for every person in every walk of life and it does not matter if you are a Democrat, a Republican, if you like vinyl body suits, bowties and stilettos, or neon green leg warmers.
And it definitely does not matter who you choose to be with, as long as you are bringing your open mind, your “be kind to others” spirit, and your dancing shoes.
Yes, this also happens to be a venue that is popular in the LGBT community. You are sure to encounter every combination of relationship here: single, gay, straight, and everything in between.
And the irony is not lost on me: here is a population of individuals that usually rank at the top of the list when it comes to being ostracized and persecuted in our society and yet when we step foot into a place where they enjoy getting together, we are embraced.
I can’t (and won’t) speak for anyone else, but as for me, this expression of acceptance is one that will continue to inspire me to be a less judgmental, better person. And it is the message we strive to teach our little person.
Kindness is key. Love comes naturally. Hatred is learned.
I realize this is a hot topic right now. It’s in the news. Our president is talking about it. Our friends on Facebook are talking about it. My opinions may not be the same as yours, and that’s ok. What really matters most to me is that regardless of who we are and what our beliefs may be, we all deserve our own version of happiness.
I am happily married to the love of my life. Whoever you choose to commit yourself to and if and who you choose to marry has no bearing on that fact.
Your choices do not jeopardize the sanctity of my marriage. Putting an empty milk carton back in the fridge, on the other hand, is another story.*
*Disclaimer: I am much more likely to be guilty of this offense than John is. Sorry, babe. Apologies in advance.
In short, I am definitely going to start looking for our luggage before we leave for our trip on Thursday. It is one of the top 10 things on my list. For tomorrow.
What is something that you feel passionate about?