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We Can Dance if We Want To...

"We can leave your friends behind.
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well, they're no friends of mine."

While driving home tonight from our weekly venture to the neighborhood coffee shop, Men Without Hats came out of the radio. Mid-conversation with D, I had to turn the song up and start the safety dance, car version of course. Sure, Dave looked at me like I was crazy, but I didn't care. That's the power of nostalgia.

I love the moments when the first couple bars of a song can bring back memories of people, places, and times. I was instantly transported back to the moment when I first heard the song and to the people I was with. I haven't seen some of those people, who I would have sworn I never would have lost touch with, for about ten years. It makes me wonder where they all have gone and what they have done with their lives. What ever happened to Gordo, Gimpy, and Ashliegh?

Amazingly, I have recently reconnected with some of my friends from that time. People who probably stop and turn the radio up to Safety Dance as well. I've love the opportunity to hear their stories, see pictures of their families, and generally get the update of how they are doing. I hope that we don't let another ten years go by. :)

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