He has no idea who half the people competing on the show are, but my dad looooves his Dancing with the Stars. Another season is up and running and, to be honest, I only recognized Nancy Grace and Ricki Lake, so I can’t really criticize my dad for not being up on his Hollywood B-List. After an hour of the second episode Tuesday night, I was ready to call it quits. I mean, do I really care who is “saved” and who gets kicked off? Uhm, no. But my dad employed his “selective hearing.” Growing up with two sisters and a, shall we say, vocal mom, and then having a wife and two daughters, my dad has perfected the art of tuning us out. I’m not sure why he loves DWTS so much. I think it’s a combination of the soccer coach in him and his Latino dancing genes: He can’t help but coach and cheer from the sidelines.
My dad did have his day in the spotlight. Er, under the disco ball. He and my mom won a disco contest when they were dating, so maybe he just fancies himself a diamond in the rough…or ruffled polyester shirt hidden in a rack at Goodwill. Anyway, because he is such a fan, my mom made him his own set of Dancing with the Stars mugs starring….my parents. He uses them each morning and evening when he has his caffecito con pancito.
My parents stayin’ aliiiiiive…….
Okay, this one isn’t so much dancing, but the cheesiness quality is epic.