I’m not sure where this desire comes from, but I really want to be a guest on the Ellen Degeneres show. I don’t mean in the audience, but actually up on the platform with Ellen. Hers is a feel good show. She knows how to joke with her guests, to point out their human quirks, and to make them comfortable with laughing at her, at themselves, and at life. She’s a ‘do-gooder’, but humble and modest about it. There’s nothing too deep going on during any episode, but each one is uplifting. Ellen is just fun. And positive, and funny.
She exudes an easy going joyousness, and likes who she is. And then there’s the dancing. She dances not to show off some fancy moves, but to share the enjoyment of it, and the audience is invited to share that enjoyment as Ellen grooves up and down the aisles. I definitely want to dance through the audience.
In fact, dancing has been on my mind lately. I love to dance, and went dancing all the time in my late teens and early twenties. When the lights came on, my friends would be hanging off their bar stools after too many drinks, but I would still be on the dance floor.
But then I became a wife, and a mom, and getting up at 6 AM required going to bed way earlier than I did back in my dancing days. I occasionally found some satisfaction in a good step class at the gym while loud club music played through the routine. If I tried hard enough, I could imagine dim lights and a disco ball. Now the only real opportunity for dancing, it seems, is weddings and parties.
Last week I went to the gym with my 15-year-old daughter, who actually asked me to go to the Safari African dance class with her. I figured she needed a good laugh, and I needed the cardio. Then I remembered one of my good friends, and how she loved to bring her mother along once in a while to go dancing with us. How honored her mom must have felt not only to be accepted in her daughter’s group of friends a generation behind her, but to be blessed with the opportunity to dance.
Rumor has it that if Ellen likes someone’s youtube video, she might invite that person on her show. I’m going to try this blog entry instead, leaning on the ‘six degrees of separation’ concept. One of you must know someone who knows someone who knows an assistant who works on the Ellen Show. And when she calls me, I’ll get you tickets to be in the audience, so we can dance together.