Reliving the Past

I spend a considerable amount of time driving each week, to and from work, and event to event. If anyone rides with me, I have to be the most annoying driver DJ ever, in that I change the station so often, convinced a better tune is yet to be found.

It's during these channel surfing moments that I often reflect on my dance team days and the coulda-woulda-shoulda routines I wish I had the time or the thought to choreograph for our various performances (excluding songs that didn't yet exist).

Dance team pretty much defined me in high school. It holds the bulk of my memories, and even though there were moments typical of high school girls and their incessant drama, I can see past that, and truly do miss performing. Which is why I love Karaoke, even though I cannot sing, but it does offer the opportunity for shimmying, which I never deny.

A sample of the songs that would have graced my Spring Show routines:

• Son of a Preacher Man, Dusty Springfield
• Traveling Soldier, Dixie Chicks
• Uprising, Muse

I know there are more but I am totally drawing a blank. Just like I do when I actually do Karaoke and stare at binder full of songs going, hmm and fall back on the tried and true favorites of Madonna, Pat Benetar, and of course, Joan Jett.