The Kitchen: My favorite time of the day is when I can go home, turn on the music, and cook dinner. Dancing, singing, cooking, smelling, tasting. It is a whole sensory experience. My music of choice here: Pink Martini. That is, unless I am cooking with my sister as I did this weekend. There can be no greater joy than rocking out with one’s sister to Madonna’s “Immaculate Collection” blaring from the radio while making “pecan-crusted pork with red onion marmalade and roasted sweet potatoes.” (so good by the way!)
Ladies with an attitude
Fellows that were in the mood
Don't just stand there, let's get to it
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it
So the moral of this story is: good times = good tunes + good grooves.
I know a place where you can get away
It's called a dance floor, and here's what it's for
Find a place where you can get your groove on.