...but you can't make her polka.
This is me at the annual Labor Day Street Dance in Mom and Dad's old hometown. My Pretty Auntie (Meryl: That would be Sweet Sister) took me as her non-date companion, but when we got there--for some reason that I cannot fathom--she absolutely would not take me out on the dance floor for a polka.
Perhaps it's better that way. It is certainly hard to keep up that 3/4 "oomph-bop-bop" rhythm when you (literally) have two left feet!