One of my many cousins got married last weekend.

There was dancing at the rehearsal din.

There was dancing at the reception.

And, the next night, when we set up amps and a drumkit and had our headliner-to-be lay down a practice set in advance of this year's music festival (Aug 15; get ready), there was dancing.

This morning, in an email, Nate, an uncle, responded to congratulations for representing his generation so well:

Dancing is a reflection of your inner self and where you would love to be at that moment. As for me, I employ a style known as Family Collage, which is simply a style combination of all my nieces and nephews on the dance floor at that moment.