I’ve always been a funny guy, using humor to maneuver the tougher points in my life – like middle school. However, I don’t think I’ve been a particularly fun person throughout my life. “I’m game” has not been a phrase I frequently use.
Wierd food? I’ll stick to a burger. Mud? Paint? Shaving creme fights? I like to be clean.
Venture out to the IHop at 2 AM? Nah, I’m tired. Skinny dip? Don’t like cold water. Camp? Is there a bathroom?
Lisa was the one who took risks (she didnt’ skinny dip that much, at least not when I knew her), but she was fun, willing to try about anything.
Since she’s been gone, I’ve worked to placate my kids by venturing out of my comfort zone a bit – but it is not easy. I sort of like my little safe, comfortable, Leave It To Beaver world.
This week, DJ was talking about the Harlem Shake at the dinner table. I told her we’d get one the next time we went to New York. She explained that it was not a dairy drink, but rather a dance. Well, sort of. She then proceeded to log on to YouTube to show me this new phenomena.
This is the Harlem shake in a Board Room. I’m going to try it next week at our Y Executive Committee meeting.
This one was my favorite, it was taped underwater.
After watching a few of these magnanimous performances, the younger two kids pushed for a Tanner Family original.
“You guys… it’s too much trouble.”
“Let’s do it in the bathroom!”
“We can turn the shower on and spray each other.”
“Agggh. I’d have to take my suit off, and I’d get wet. And then there’s the clean up.”
“Come on dad!”
“Geeeze. I’m gonna be cold and I’m gonna have to mop.”
I could find every reason in the world not to get up, not to participate. But then I thought: Danny, you are a fun sucker. Get off your butt and shake!
After Lisa died, I committed to bringing the joy and the fun back to our house, and it looked like this fell squarely into that category.
So here it is, the Harlem Shake, starring Danny Tanner and his Pips: