Have you ever really embarrassed yourself on the dance floor?

[TitaniasAss]

I just heard Livin La Vida Loca by RIcky Martin on the radio and had to turn it over because I couldn't deal with the embarrassment 26 years later.

I was at a fairly important work event with my friend and there was a free bar. We were both nervous at having to make a little speech so when that was all done we got completely hammered and appeared to think that we were amazing dancers. I do remember when this song came on we seemed to think we were, what young uns now say, the 'main characters'.

It's excruciating when I look back on it - he was strutting pretending to be Ricky and I thought I was some sexy Latina dancer. I'm embarrassed even typing that. 😂 I remember going to bed that night thinking 'my god, I can really move' and waking the next day wanting to leave the country forever.

I don't even want to think about that Hogmanay and Shania's 'I feel like a woman'. That's a step too far.

Please tell me I'm not the only one ...

I ran to dance to my favourite song but lost my footing, drunkenly flailed backwards across the entire dancefloor, flew backwards over a table (knocking all the drinks over), hit the wall and landed on the ground. This was bad enough but, to complete the humiliation, my friends thought I had been trying to moonwalk!!

Hell yes!

I can’t dance and I can’t sing but both feel good so who the fuck cares what anyone else thinks?

I regularly think I’m a brilliant dancer when in pissed.
On one occasion though, I met a new bloke and had had a few drinks, he took me to a private members club and I vomitted on the dance floor on my way to do it in the toilet

Dance floor that should say

At my uncle’s 60th, I’d been drinking vodka, which was unusual for me, but there was a really limited bar.

It takes me a while to feel drunk with vodka so I was thinking I was absolutely fine. Then at the end of the night ‘The safety dance’ came on. I was up like a shot swinging around and singing my head off, the only one on the dance floor.

I was having the time of my life. Then my uncle came over and hugged me, I think it was his very cute way to stop me dancing like a loon. But I just ended up crying on him instead, big awful sobs.

Needless to say I avoid vodka now.

Every single time I dance 😂

One of the first on the floor at a Northern soul niter ,was putting my usual wee bit of talc on the floor unbeknown to me my mate had slackened the lid the whole lot came out.i had a mountain of talc at my feet.
Cue people on other side of the floor pissing themselves laughing.
All I could do was take a bow.

I still cringe thinking about my dancing to mambo no 5, in a nightclub 23 years ago. In my defence I was ver ver drunk.

Well I'm glad I'm not the only one. 😀

I think it’s far much better to have thrown yourself into it even if on sober reflection you feel you went a bit too far.
I get annoyed by people who won’t dance for fear of making a fool of themselves. So boring to go out with.

Mid seventies, with lots of silly light effects including a strobe. On the floor with mates dancing to Black Betty. I decide to do some kind of backwards stretch thing, except I just kept going. All the while this strobe is flashing and my friends said it looked like a silent movie. Except I was sprawled all over the floor.

I once walked across an empty dancefloor with my skirt tucked into my knickers . Unfortunately it was surrounded by tables full of people.
<Cringes at the memory>

Was out on. Thursday night after work back in the day. Ended up in a wee club. A record came in that I’d never heard before so went up to ask the DJ what it was.

As I approached the decks, the DJ started shaking his head and gesticulating frantically. He was saying something I couldn’t hear so I stepped closer.

Right into a hole in the stage in front if the decks. Which I grabbed to try to save myself. They wrete suspended from the ceiling (so records didn’t skip when people were dancing hard). So cue big scratching sound followed by the music stopping.

The DJ had rushed round and helped me climb out. He’d been trying to warn me about the hole. He was very nice about.

Anywsy, it was Higher State of Conciousness by Josh Wink. Ended up being friends with DJ and we even went out for a while years later.

Yeah, this 👆

Gave up trying about 30 years ago.

ETA - there is a part of me that is envious of other people's lack of inhibition regardless of whether they can dance, or just don't care. It is the old adage of "dance like nobody is watching.."

Not me thankfully but a girl I was at school with, strutted out onto the dance floor of our packed local nightclub in full 'Flashdance' style skin tight spandex leggings, leg warmers and crop top ( it was mid 80's) and a space cleared around her as it looked like she meant business. What followed was pretty impressive, not to mention highly gymnastic, and people were cheering her on. Unfortunately she jumped into a kneeling ( like a guitar solo) position and gracefully arched backwards, revealing that her leggings had not only completely split at the crotch, but her decision to prioritize aesthetics over safety when choosing her outfit had cost her very dearly, as people started sniggering. Another space was rapidly cleared for her so she could run through the crowded club and into the loos to sort herself out. Needless to say she wasn't seen again that night and I don't remember seeing her at either of our local nightspots afterwards either!

Ski resort in Austria. Bar at the bottom of the mountain. Many many rounds of shots in. Dancing on the table, in ski boots, trying to do the can-can, if I can bear to remember correctly? Terrible - really one of those moments when you become the worst person in the world.

You are viewing this completely wrongly.

He was truly embodying Ricky and you were a Latin goddess.

Just because the rest of world doesn't see it doesn't mean you should 'stop believing'

I fully understand that the world is not ready for my enhanced (pissed) dancing virtuoso performances. They cannot fully understand the true genius of the shapes that I am throwing or the way I fully embrace my creativity (which may require others to leave the area or sometimes to dial 999).

You, like myself are clearly just misunderstood as a dancer and in time will be fully celebrated - just not by anyone present at the time.

Seriously though - who cares, get up and groove!!

I dance like nobody is watching.
Which is fine at a crowded festival, not so great at a sedate family wedding.

Back in the days of dirty dancing.... when drunk I was convinced I could dance like that. Had a few incidents where I nearly fell over backwards....😂😂 Also yazz the only way is up while wearing a strapless cocktail dress in the 80's 😳😳

I fell backwards down some steps onto a dance floor in my desperation to throw some shapes to brimful of asha.
Everyone on the dance floor gasped (it was quite a dramatic fall) I tried to style it out. My arse was bruised for weeks afterwards.

At a birthday party in my early twenties, I did the kicks to Rah Rah Rasputin. I was wearing sandals, one of which flew off and hit someone square in the boob. Be careful with enthusiastic kicks!

At my wedding Dh did the thing where you hold hands and spin around really fast. We were flying around and someone called him so he just let go and turned away. I was catapulted backwards across the floor and landed on my back. I had such a big dress on I couldn't get up so lay there thrashing like a beetle until about 3 people had to haul me up. I could cringe for the rest of my life but have chosen not to. I am in fact a great advocate of dancing, drunk or sober, life is full of such seriousness it's important to enjoy a bit of silly fun.