On the way home from the funeral last week "Mony Mony" came on the radio and I was overcome with a wave of happy ( and slightly embarrassing) memories that all took place inside of the church gym. Because "Mony Mony" is the ultimate Stake Dance song. What stake dance would be complete without it?
Listening to it, I could almost see myself in my polyester, flowered Sunday dress (with a cardigan to make it modest) throwing my arms up in the air and jumping up and down in a large pack of girls. Because at stake dances, inhibition was only thrown out in the midst of a large pack of girls. If any member of the opposite gender were to happen by the arm throwing immediately became much less enthusiastic and the jumping up and down became much more subdued. (Wouldn't want anyone to think we were crazy, now, would we?)
Except during YMCA. Then, license was given to wave your arms about like crazy and no one would think less of you. And, amazingly, it was actually cool to know the steps to Men in Black and Boot Scootin' Boogie. But, otherwise, discretion must be used, or you were doomed to the fate of wallflower during one of the many slow songs. The last of which was always, always Somebody by Depeche Mode. Just hearing the song, and I can almost smell the sweaty gym.
Good times, good times. . .