It's a horrible guilty pleasure. Really, listening to ABBA, rocking out in my car is almost as pathetic as my days screaming to Cabaret in my dad's purple Camero.
(Yes it was low riding, yes I wore a school skirt, and yes that bomb was the bomb dot com.)
But after going to a wedding this weekend, I have decided ABBA is great but not meant to be danced because you look like you are doing community/dinner theater. There is no way to feel it because you want to be it and no one can be it without looking like a dork.
At least that is what I look like-no judgement towards ABBA dancers everywhere. Unless you too can admit to dorkiness. If so, then welcome, I am two stepping for you too.
Now, this one is my ABBA anthem.
Rock on.
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