This is for All the White Girls

Last night I had one of the most awesome/awkward racial moments of my life. I went out with the ladies (if you are a mom and you haven't been out dancing in a while Do It. It's good for the marriage and good for the soul).  We opted to try out an unknown club in White Plains.  We were a little surprised when we got to the club because we were the only white girls there.  The DJ was playing a really eclectic mix which was lots of disco, lots of Latin dance tunes and lots of songs that I didn't know.  There wasn't too much dancing.  The music wasn't quite what we were expecting so we were planning on leaving as soon as the girls finished their drinks when a small miracle happened--Bon Jovi, Livin' on a Prayer.  Quick as a flash the only 5 white girls were up on their feet singing at the top of their lungs.  People were staring and a couple of girls were whispering behind their hands but the DJ knew he had a good thing going.  He stopped the music at the chorus so you could hear us singing and he just kept playing songs that he knew the 5 moms in their 30s and 40s would like--Journey, Nirvana, Cindi Lauper and Madonna.  The magic was that people caught the fire and after a song or two everyone was dancing--even the ladies who were staring and whispering.  And as he rounded out the set with Born in the USA I looked around and was more than a little embarrassed at our stereo typical whiteness but still so pleased that even at 34 I have friends who know every word to embarrassing songs and sing them at the top of their lungs.