Dirty Dancing

Dirty Dancing is, hands down, one of my favorite movies EVER.  I was heartbroken when I first heard that Patrick was diagnosed with cancer…in fact, I was almost as sad as when I found out that Baby got her nose done.  What was she thinking?? That nose was staple!  Anyway…I believe the reason Patrick has survived his cancer this long is because of the movie Dirty Dancing.  Did you see what kind of shape that man was in? Holy Hell!  I should have become a dancer.  Anyway…it never fails that every time the scene where Baby confronts her Dad comes on, I cry.  I know that it’s not even that sad…but for some reason it gets me every time!

Anyway…back to dancing…in my next life I want to be a good dancer.  I was tortured at high school dances…trying my hardest to bounce around to the music–hoping that the person next to me grabbed more attention than I did.  I think the higher being in this world owes it to me to grace me with balance and rhythm the next time around…