Embarrasing Mother!

"Sit down Mum"..the anguished cry from my middle son as I bop around the dance floor to "Let's Hear it For The Boy!"  I think I look cool but apparently that may just be the wine tricking me into thinking I'm as agile as I was in my twenties and a great mover. Not a view shared by my three sons who are on the touchline cringing at my every gyration.  Just as I go to sit down and relieve them from their embarrassment the DJ decides to prolong their agony by putting on one of my many favourite tunes and to make matter worse it's the 12 inch version. Oh how I feel for them, they didn't particularly want to come to the party anyway,  but I am still alive and as I twirl around the dance floor I find great hilarity from looking at their horrified faces.
You know how they say things usually get worse before they get better, well from my boys point of view (and mine too if I'm honest) this is exactly what happened. The DJ suddenly decided he would move towards a more "modern" song which, unfortunately for me included the line "bass down low" and that's when things got tricky, I had no trouble getting down low, on the contrary, it was the getting back up that was the problem!!  It was bad enough ending up down low and not being able to get up again but why oh why did I have to lose my balance and pull two other people with me!!  Cue lots of laughs from people that were not immediately related to me and dirty looks from the four people that were, oh yes hubby had now joined the gang of three and were hustling me out to the taxi with mutterings of "she'll regret this in the morning."