There are things in this world that just seem like they belong together: Root beer and vanilla ice cream, Christina Aguilera and heavy face makeup, beer and ping-pong balls, herds of freshmen and Del Playa Drive and – my favorite: -ice and dancing.
Often underrated and almost always underappreciated, ice dancing is without a doubt, the Winter Games’ best “non-sport” event. And aside from the fact that America’s own Belbin and Agosto took home the silver, there’s something for everyone.
For the dance enthusiast, an ice dancing performance is like a five-minute clip of “Strictly Ballroom” – on acid. Incredible holds, tight twizzles and … hydroblading? Hell yes.
For the chick-flick fan, ice dancing is all the drama without the shitty, sub-par dialogue. When Italian pair Barbara Fusar-Poli and Maurizio Margaglio stumbled into a heap of sheer, neon Lycra, they stood on the ice for almost a minute, shooting each other the classic “f you and your sequined appliqu