dancing fool!
May 31, 2003 at 2:44 p.m.
One of my favorie diary reads is Booga -and the other day she (as a joke) typed in her phone number since she was moving out the next day. Invited anyone to call if they wanted... haha... so I did.
I didn't realize until I was done dialing that it was about 2 in the morning where Booga is...
whoops:)
You know the funny tihng? I'd have expected her to have a tough chick voice from how amazing and actid her wit is - but the girl has the softest southern accent - soo sweet sounding.
Nice cover, girl:) Sorry for waking you up! Well actually, she was awake - and had to be in surgery the next morning at 7am. What a party animal!
So Thurday morning I wake up, realizing that most of my duties as a guide to Quinn's new in-laws are about over because most of them are gone home now. And then I realized it was Thursday - and that means swing dancing at the Mercury Cafe when I'm in Denver.
But MatMunch is in the army in Georgia - my most favorist dance partner. Dagnabit. No dancing for Reva that night.
But as soon as Reva had this thought, her phone rings and she has a text message from Casey - "want to go swing dancing tonight?"
YIPPE!! Dancing for Reva - of course, no MatMunch means no showing off or looking good, but it's all okay - it's the Merc!
And then I get a phone call from Scott, Megan's brother (makes him my brother-in-law-ish right?) - bored and wanting to do something, and willing to learn how to swing dance if need be. Okay, dance partner, check! WOOHOO!
But get this - I spent all nihgt not looking so fancy, working with a beginner, right? I didn't look all cool, no one was looking at me, right?
And when I swing dance, I love showing off but I get really nervous so I'd rather not dress all fancy so people assume I'm good. So I showed up in a cute t-shirt and sexy jeans, no biggie. But I didn't have any suitable shoes to dance in (i.e. no tread, so you don't stick to the floor) so I had to borrow a pair of my mom's Capezios... hoped no one would notice I was wearing dance shoes and assume I was good...
call me crazy... it's okay.
So they announce there is this dance competition at 10 - I never thought I'd get a chance to be in it because I was dancing with a beginner all night. He couldn't dance with me, and I didn't know anyone else there to dance with, so I was fine with just sitting there and watching some gooood dancin'.
But just as the contest began - some gyu wearing his own pair of Capezios came up to me and asked me if I wanted to dance. !!!!
Wow! Why did he ask me? I didn't look all that good, but he asked me! whee!
I joined all the other couples out there and got my groove thing on. The guy was a little hard to follow, but I made him look good. That's my job, right?;)
Now, there were three judges and after that first round and each one chose a couple to move to the finals
"please don't pick me - I don't want to dance in front of all these people and professionals oh golly oh golly" thinks I... and then - I GOT PICKED!!!!!!!!!!
I had to dance in front of the whole dang club!! My partner tried too hard to show off and following him was almost impossile, but I held my own. Looked pretty cool. Didn't win, but I didn't embarrass myself.
weeee!!!!!!! I survived!!!!!!!!
Still missed MatMunch, but I looked cute doin' it. :)
did you know love doesn't conquer all? I've watched too many Disney movies.
But it's true - as I'm larning to live with. no matter how much you love someone, sometimes it just doesn't work
Life kinda stinks, huh?
SUPERCRACK is cracked forever.