My favourite movie of all time is Dirty Dancing. Since the first time I watched it, as a pre-teen, when my parents rented the movie on VHS and excitedly gestured for me to come watch the final dance scene, I have been obsessed. I used to wish that our family would vacation at a camp like Kellerman’s in the Catskills, I’d dream about meeting a hunky guy who would literally sweep me off my feet, I wished my hair was curly and perfectly blowing in the breeze like Baby’s, and I wanted to wear her high-waisted white jeans and crop tops and floaty skirts.
I still know every single word to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack, and every time I watch Dirty Dancing, I am immensely happy. And Patrick Swayze, well, he is just hot.
You know that scene where Baby carries a watermelon into the staff party and everyone is dirty dancing and all sweaty and she’s standing there in conservative dress with a giant watermelon in her hands, all nervous and innocent? {Watch here if you have no idea what I’m talking about.} Yeah, that’s when she meets Johnny and where it all begins.
And today we’re making watermelon margaritas. Because nobody puts Baby in a corner.
