Nothing Makes Me Happier Than Dancing At "The Front" (for now)

Lately, my life has been difficult people. I won't lie. I've been sad (a lot), missing someone I shouldn't be missing, and generally I've been in a bad kind of funk. But here's where I thank God for friends! And even further, the awesome tiny dance club by my condo called "The Front." They have this wacky DJ who wears 4" inch platform boots, a faux blonde afro wig, and a zebra-print leisure suit. And the best part? He plays awesome dance music from the'80s and '90s! Oh yes, you don't know me, but if there's one thing to know about the Tiffster, nothing in this world makes me happier than a good dance song, with an awesome beat....oh yesss.

Yes, yes...I know. I'm in a wheelchair. "You still dance?" Yes I do, in fact! I may not be very good at it anymore, or look completely ridiculous (I'm in a powerchair so badass wheelies in a manual are out of the question), but hey, who cares what the other people dancing think of me: A chic on the dance floor in a wheelchair (omg the horror!). I really could give a flying f&*#. I still need to dance. I used to do it before my injury, and it was the love/passion of my life. And even if I can't move my legs anymore, I can still "wave my hands like I don't care" and beebop like that chic in the car in that Honda commercial. It's therapeutic, and so I still go out there and shake what I still can. Hells yes.

That's why last night was so great.

My awesome friend Crystal who just so happens to love to dance too, and has no qualms about dancing with a girl in a wheelchair (her sister used to date a quad so she's comfortable around us SCI weirdos...lol). So there we were last night; ensconced in our club clothes, getting down to old Stevie Wonder and Michael Jackson jams, and generally forgetting all of our life problems, as the music took us over.

For those brief 45 minutes I was elated. So, so happy. Forget Prozac, forget therapy, all I need is an old school SWV song and a fun crowd, and I'm set. I'll be fine. I'm just going to be my own doctor and prescribe myself a weekly dose of down and dirty dancin'.