It's not always easy to put yourselves out there.
To snap-clap and heel tap your way to local bar fame.
It always starts the same. A nice loud "wooooo" with hands up when you hear the first two cords of "Livin on a Prayer," and it takes you back.
Then you're scanning the crowd for a friend who's swaying in her seat. Someone who may join in. You finger wag and tap-fists-in-front, tap-fists-in-back until she moseys on over.
If you're feeling extra bold, you may belt out some Tom Petty slow jams, rocking side to side, arm in arm with the other faux-lighter in-the-air participants nearby.
Keep on doing your thing, whether it's mom's night out, or your date is somewhere close by, ducking a little lower in his seat.
I commend you, ladies, for enjoying your Friday night, and for not giving a darn who's watching.
The Casual Diner at the Table Across the Bar.