So I went dancing last night.
IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!!
I mean, aside from drunk creepers who think it's just fine to wrap their arm around me to ask my name, or grab my ass like I said to and then when I turn/gasp/slap them in their gut they always, ALWAYS act surprised. Then ask "oh, do u have a bf?" Like that's the only reason you can't touch me.
But other than that, SO great!
Sometimes I forget that I'm a dancer. Dancing is my first love and I don't do it anymore. Sometimes I catch a beat and start daydreaming choreography, or analyze other dancers just to see their bodies in movement, wishing it was mine.
It all started out with Michael Jackson. I know everything dance started out with Michael Jackson, but I was over my aunt and uncle's house and my little cousin, who now embodies the late, great MJ, puts on "this is it". After watching that brilliant man float across the stage whilst "marking" genius freestyle that I couldn't pull off with years of practice on the same 8 count, I just had to dance. So I was on a mission..
Somehow the stars alined, and the God's smiled because Arista texted me saying to be ready by 10, we're going out baby!
So leggings, a flowy-ish T-shirt, and a pair of comfy boots later we show up at this little restaurant place that turns into a swanky dance club on the weekends. I step out of the car, the clouds part and then I hear it..
"so you wanna be startin something, you got to be startin something".
The start of my night. I didn't let the elbows to my ribs, or the vodka/crans on my shoes get in the way of my mission. I wanted to dance, cuz DAMMIT! I'm a DANCER!!!!
Mission Accomplished folks. Until next time...
we<3it
IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!!
I mean, aside from drunk creepers who think it's just fine to wrap their arm around me to ask my name, or grab my ass like I said to and then when I turn/gasp/slap them in their gut they always, ALWAYS act surprised. Then ask "oh, do u have a bf?" Like that's the only reason you can't touch me.
But other than that, SO great!
Sometimes I forget that I'm a dancer. Dancing is my first love and I don't do it anymore. Sometimes I catch a beat and start daydreaming choreography, or analyze other dancers just to see their bodies in movement, wishing it was mine.
It all started out with Michael Jackson. I know everything dance started out with Michael Jackson, but I was over my aunt and uncle's house and my little cousin, who now embodies the late, great MJ, puts on "this is it". After watching that brilliant man float across the stage whilst "marking" genius freestyle that I couldn't pull off with years of practice on the same 8 count, I just had to dance. So I was on a mission..
Somehow the stars alined, and the God's smiled because Arista texted me saying to be ready by 10, we're going out baby!
So leggings, a flowy-ish T-shirt, and a pair of comfy boots later we show up at this little restaurant place that turns into a swanky dance club on the weekends. I step out of the car, the clouds part and then I hear it..
"so you wanna be startin something, you got to be startin something".
The start of my night. I didn't let the elbows to my ribs, or the vodka/crans on my shoes get in the way of my mission. I wanted to dance, cuz DAMMIT! I'm a DANCER!!!!
Mission Accomplished folks. Until next time...
we<3it
posted by Angelique at
11:31 AM
2 Comments:
you're making miss dancing ... love the last pic
I STILL choreograph stuff in my head when I hear a good song!! ::sigh::
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