I went to a wedding over the weekend. I find it fascinating that, without fail, this sentimental event turns average people into silly, fun-loving, uninhibited dancers. The wedding itself is always a proper affair. Everyone’s decked out in their finery, great aunts with matching suits and hats and 20 something nieces in super tight minis. (Note to ladies…this is probably not an event you’re going to find your next great love, after all, they are all relatives).
The event starts low-key enough, lots of food, toasts, hugging, reminiscing, pictures pulled from purses, gossiping and plenty of critiques on the brides and bridal party’s attire. The bride was stunning in an off the shoulder number. And, not surprisingly, the bridesmaids were dressed in the mandatory tiffany blue chiffon.
After an hour or so of flowing champagne, wine and cocktails, the crowd starts to loosen up. And, the DJ is ready to boogie. He warms everyone up with the bride and groom’s first dance. Their music of choice? Lionel Ritchies Endless Love. I know…shocker, right? 
And then you have the entire bridal party on the dance floor. Tall female cousins paired with the husband's somewhat shorter best friends. The DJ now knew it was time to make his move, and pulled out the Power of Love by Huey Lewis. He watches as the first smattering of brave souls take to the dance floor.
But he’s got more in his little bag of tricks. It’s time for Play that Funky Music by Wild Cherry. Yep, the dance floor is filling up. Now it’s time to really nail it with the ultimate group grabber….The Electric Slide. This is the ultimate wedding chic song. Sisters haul their moms to the floor. Nieces grab their aunts, daughters grab cousins…pretty soon the entire dance floor is made up of a wild mix of women, and a few daring men, all dancing in unison to “It’s Electric! Boogie, woogie, woogie!”
After several other mandatory wedding songs (Another one Bites the Dust, Conga and Time Warp), pretty much everyone has hit the dance floor. Elderly great uncles are dancing with sugar-driven flower girls, aunts who probably haven’t danced in 20 years (or since the last wedding) are doing the pony, the overly drunk nephew home from college is “showing us how it’s done”, and a few uncomfortable looking husbands who are just being good sports to their tipsy wives.
And then it’s time. The Chicken Dance. The ultimate wedding classic. The floor fills up as husbands retreat to their tables, the remaining women and the bravest of men, dash to the dance floor. We flap our wings, we wiggle, we clap, we wag our tail feathers. Yep, the weddings complete. (View a how to do the Chicken Dance video.)
Lyrics to the Chicken Dance.
I don't wanna be a chicken. I don't wanna be a duck. I don't wanna be a chicken. I don't wanna be a duck. So I shake my butt. na na na na na na na na na na na na I don't wanna be a chicken i don't wanna be a duck so I shake my butt. I don't wanna be a chicken. I don't wanna be a duck. na na na na na na na na na na na na I don't wanna be a chicken. I don't wanna be a duck. So I shake my butt. I don't wanna be a chicken. I don't wanna be a duck. na na na na na na na na na na na na.