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Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Dance Dance Dance!

My lovely fiancee Laura pointed me to this article on The Knot about first dances. I dunno, I think maybe we’re Hipsters:

"Don’t sacrifice a good beat for the sake of hipness," says Meredith Stead, co-owner of Shall We Dance, located in Manhattan’s fashionable TriBeCa neighborhood. "Our hippest couples usually choose to play off some highly recognizable genre," adds her husband and co-owner John Knapp, "and it works well. We’ve had tattooed-and-pierced downtown artists dance to a Texas Two-Step. Others have done up their first dance as though it were a Hollywood tango, using the cast album version of ’Hernando’s Hideaway.’"

That’s us, playing off a highly recognizable genre. Our first dance is going to be to Brave Combo’s song "Laura". Nothing like a cha cha by Texas’ finest nuclear polka band to start off our life together.

We’ve taken a couple of lessons from John Knapp at their highly fashionable TriBeCa location to refresh my muscle memory of a couple of dances I haven’t done in a few years. He’s really good. If you’re near New York and need dance lessons, they’re worth checking out. And if you’re not, you could certainly do worse than their videotape Preparing for Your Wedding Dance, which was directed by Laura’s friend Paul and which contains lots of interesting tips I hadn’t heard elsewhere. Good stuff by good people.

Posted at 8:43 PM

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