Actually, she's not that bad on the dance floor. Of course, taking dance lessons helps immensely ... I could see her throwing a dance move or two in there as the thought hit.
But, hey ... she had fun. So I tried to amuse myself by trying to figure out the bass lines in all the girl-band rock ballads. Every now and then I have to fake a bass line on the keyboard at church, so learning a few basic riffs can't hurt.
Of course, then I was unexpectedly exposed to this:
Am I so old that they're starting to do remixes of stuff I saw in freakin' grad school? Somebody get a cane for the old man ...
(Of course ... the remix is actually pretty good. So maybe I can put off getting that AARP card for a few years, yet ...)