A Vote for Change

108 Conservative, Michigan Catholics and Lutherans + Open Bar + Wedding Cake = Flailing Arms Fiasco.

I love my friend Mike, he’s the best friend a guy could ask for, I even told him so when he stood up as my best man when I was married 11 months ago.  Perhaps being caught up in my own ‘Big Day’ blinded me to a certain fact:

Gathering a large group of white guys with their dates at a wedding is sure to result in some terrible dance moves that rival the ‘Walk-Off’ scene in the movie Zoolander.  When I witnessed an overweight gentleman with a “Hi My name is Bill, your used car salesman” mustache swiveling his hips and pointing heavenward as he gyrated across the floor, I could feel my mouth drop and eyes widen.

Even my wife Casey couldn’t stop from laughing at this aspiring Michael Jackson in tight Sears issued pinstripes.  Not to say there weren’t a few choice moves from the ladies.  A group of single ladies bum-rushed the floor when ‘YMCA’ flooded the room.

With the popularity of the idea ‘Change’ taking hold this political season, let us vow to think twice before jumping into the ‘Electric Slide’ after one too many beers.  No more singing to ourselves as we throw our arm skyward mimicking letters of the alphabet.

Watch an episode of ‘So You Think You Can Dance’, ask your younger cousin (you know, the popular one) for a few moves, and ensure the future of America never has to suffer the oppression of watching family members hot stepping to ‘Jungle Boogie’ ever again.

My name is Joe Mescher and I approved this message.