While at their house, I agreed to try Just Dance 2 on the Wii.
The good news? I did not suffer a coronary, as I expected.
I first watched Desiree's solo dance, and understood that the hand holding the controller must match the movements of the magenta or turquoise-colored hand on the screen.
Emboldened, I agreed to dance along with Desiree.
I "danced" along to three songs in a row - and by "dance", I mean that I awkwardly shuffled and/or lurched along to the music - and hit Des with the Wii controller a couple of times in my foolishly exuberant attempt at dancing.
After a one song break, where I caught my breath and watched Des and The Boy dance to a Jackson Five tune, I screwed up my courage to give it one last try.
Our final song selection? Monster Mash. Finally, a song with dance steps that rewarded lurching.
Des, of course, outscored me handily the whole time. She's forty years younger and a zillion pounds lighter than me.
Old and fat does not help one compete in this arena.
And if there is a next time? I must invest in industrial strength deodorant - so even when I fail miserably, the agony of my defeat won't be accompanied by the stench of my flop sweat.
For your viewing pleasure, the Monster Mash: