After the cutting of the cake and our serving of desert, the wedding party was formally announced by the disc jockey. Immediately following this began the dancing, complete with lights and music. The children were the first to stake their claim on the dance floor, and they did an exceptional job of doing so. It was my belief that that adults held off dancing at first because these kids were so good. One boy in particular had dance moves that would put many adults' moves to shame. The young children even sang along with Kiss', "Rock and Roll All Night."

         Finally, a few adults ventured out toward the dance floor, which was sort of funny since the song being played had a lot of bass in it. After consuming a few beers, I made my way to the dance floor to join the children and a few young adults. A small group danced together in the center, with others -- including me -- dancing on the periphery of the dance floor. It was not long before I felt a hand grab my hand from behind and pull me toward the center of the dance floor. A pretty blonde in a sleek blue dress introduced herself and said she was a friend of the bride. We had a few dances, including a slow one before -- momentarily -- leaving the dance floor.

         As I sat at a table, the junior bridesmaid fell on the dance floor and appeared to injure herself. A few adults accompanied her back to a table and tried to console her. The disc jockey segued from one song to the next by announcing that this young girl's father wanted to dedicate the song "All Star" by Smash Mouth to his very own All Star. In a moment of instant rejuvenation, she sprang from her chair at the table and ran over to the dance floor. Her family around the table had an incredible laugh witnessing the 180 degree turnaround in her spirits. Apparently music is good for what ails you.

         I returned to the dance floor and had a few more dances with my impromptu dance partner. Several times she held and pushed me from behind and I desperately tried to maintain not only my balance but hers. I had to laugh aloud because I had never been man-handled like that before on the dance floor; and I admit I had a lot of fun too. She ended our last dance together by smacking me in the back of the leg, the area between my rear end and the back of my knee. Perhaps my rear end was the intended target and she simply missed. I guess I will never know... sigh.