The Curtsy

My husband arrived in London this morning, but not to see the Queen. He'll be stuck in the Heathrow Terminal 4 Hilton all day. I'm a little sad I couldn't tag along to enjoy the celebrations.

I would love to meet the Queen, if only for the curtsy. When else do you get to do that?

I got to thinking that maybe we should loosen up the requirements and not only curtsy for the Queen, but other people you want to impress. The surgeon who is about to cut you open? Time for a big bow? The first time you meet your soon-to-be mother-in-law? That's a good time too. How about your all-time favorite movie star/author/elite skater/etc etc? I think the "We're Not Worthy" salute from Wayne's World is usually applied, but a curtsy is cuter. Don't you think?





And by the looks of this gal, good for your thighs.

After thinking this over some more, I realized this deep-seated desire to curtsy comes from not getting to do it enough as a skating performer. During the big touring shows I did -- only as the understudy. In my day as a competitor? Never.

So maybe I just need to throw in a few curtsies while I'm vacuuming or something and the urge might just go away.