I know, Jabber. Mine's the same and I've done exactly what you have done, sat on the sidelines and watched. To be honest, we hardly ever went to parties, so no real opportunity to dance. Come to think of it, the one in Edinburgh, where I did the Gay Gordon, was probably the first real one we ever attended as a family. Most of the time I sat with him, but I did get up when asked. That is why whenever I get the chance to go dancing with my friends, I jump at it.

Actually, hubby is currently in your neck of the woods (Syracuse) at his sister's wedding. Due to the timing of my leaving, the rest of us missed it. Don't think there was dancing, though as it was a small one.