Larry Budzinski had a secret, a secret that waited until just the right moment to show itself.  Today was that moment, he just knew it.  Today was the day to show his talent.

Larry had what others like to call “swivel hips”, he thought he inherited these hips from his mother.  Beulah had what his father refered to as “birthing hips” and since he was a boy and ain’t planning on birthing no children, God let Larry use his hips in a different way.  As a baby he was able to roll over at the tender age of 3 months because of his hips, he was walking while all the other diaper fillers were crawling because of his hips.

Larry didn’t realize the true talent of his hips until much later in life, until that fateful night at the Boy/Girl Dance at Resurrection Catholic School.  He’d dressed to the nines, his mother bought him a beautiful powder blue leisure suit and for “good luck” a gold Italian Horn that he still wore around his neck today.  He’d stood by the wall with all of his friends, while all the girls stood at the other wall whispering to each other and looking at the boys.

“This stinks.  I’d rather be home playing Pacman.”  Larry told his best friend Darryl.

“Yeah, beat standing here looking at all those stinky girls.”  Darryl muttered.

“Boys, watch your language.”  Sister Paul Marie passed the boys the strong smell of medicine cabinet following her.

Larry and Darryl watched as one by one their friends went over and asked a girl to dance, then after the dance politely let her to her group of friends to them endure all the girls whispering and laughing about them.  He decided then and there that he wasn’t gonna ask any girl to dance, he was ready to go out front and see if his Momma was out front in the Impala to take them home.

“Larry?”  Larry came back to the present and Darlene Czworkowski staning in front of him smiling, her new braces shining in the fluorescent light.  “Would you like to dance?”  Before he could say anything, she had his hand and pulled him to the dance floor and he was relieved it was a slow Donna Summer song, “Last Dance.”  It was with this last dance that Larry learned of his talent.  Larry and Darlene slow danced to Donna Summer, Sister Paul Marie stopped with her measuring stick to make sure the required 4 inches was between them.  As he settled into the dance the song changed to a faster tune and everyone parted and started dancing.