No Parking on the Dance Floor

  OK, perhaps some parking is allowed. I can be reasonable. And yeah, this post was inspired by recent events that transpired on a literal dance floor. But as usual when I have a grievance, I don't just need to bitch about it: I also gotta analyze and generalize and get all metaphorical! Plus I try to find some kind of  "life lesson" and share it. Annoying and pedantic? Of course! But it's how my brain likes to process stuff. Some people meditate or take Prozac or go pummel a punching bag; I over-think and blog. I am sometimes amazed there are any Cranky Fitness readers left. Wait, are there any Cranky Fitness readers left? (Always good to keep checkin'! It sure would be lonely on planet Cranky if y'all got fed up and wandered away). So anyway, who tried to harsh Crabby's mellow over the weekend and what thoughts did this lead to? Oh wait, first, let's set the stage. Tea Dance at the Boatslip... Is the most awesome summer recreational activity I've ever encountered. Regular readers have had to hear about this before; we are big Tea Dance fans. Outside, hundreds gather poolside to schmooze, but to me the best part happens on the small crowded dance floor inside. (And why is it called "Tea" Dance if there is no Earl Grey or cucumber sandwiches on offer? It's because of the early hour; the whole thing is over by 7pm--perfect for old farts like us). DJ MaryAlice plays great stuff.  And most weekends, there is an amazing amount of positive energ...
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