Literally Peacocking

Something I love to do is dance. Weather it is an organized dance company preparing for a performance or a group fitness class OR just dancing at a school dance or at a friend's party or with my nieces at family dinner or in my bedroom in front of the mirror. Oh dear! Did I just admit to dancing in from of my mirror when alone?! You better believe it.

A few weeks ago my roommates and I watched Pitch Perfect and when the movie ended and the credits started the music was great dancing music and I started dancing and said, "Aw, I just want to go dancing!" and one of my roommates replied, "Let's go!" I was shocked because she usually isn't one to want to go dancing. To test out how serious she was I said, "Well, the university (where I work) is throwing a Mask Ball this weekend, want to crash it?" To my surprise she said, "Let's do it!" Honestly I was a little worried about going because I didn't want to run into my student workers and be that weird person who is creepy who can't move on from the college "fun" scene BUT if she was willing to go dancing, I was ready to make it happen.

We got masks and spray-painted them sparkly silver, bought boas and wore black dresses. It was the easiest Mask Ball put together outfit.

At the dance we went all out. We didn't care what anyone thought and we danced as crazy as we wanted. The masks were great for being mysterious and unrecognizable (but really, my student workers didn't recognize me... at first. It wasn't until one that I am close with was like, "Amy?" and then they all got excited that it was me and danced with my roommate and I for a few songs), but by far the best part of dancing at the Mask Ball were our boas. Genius! It was fun to dance around flapping them about.

Through out the dance we kept having guys come and dance with us and then ask for our numbers. That has NEVER happened before. One, I really think it is because we were dancing without caring what anyone thought but TWO those boas were real attention getters. I think just being sassy and flipping our boas back and forth or side to side was catching their eyes. Heaven knows we sure were getting the feathers IN OUR eyes.

It wasn't until later that I realized the true theory behind all this attention from the guys... we were peacocking! LITERALLY! Feathers and all!

The funny thing is, with our masks on and being tiny girls, I know those guys had no idea how old we were. Talk about robbing the cradle inadvertently.

p.s. I've learned over the years that I look "so good" dancing when I don't care what anyone thinks and so I go with that attitude and have a blast. However, if you are someone who likes to dance but gets shy when dancing in public, grab a boa... it's fun, boosts your confidence and gives you something to use for movement while you are dancing and don't know what else to do.