That’s what he said to me, you know. Christian and I had just started dating and I think I started to freestyle or something in the hallway of my condo building when, as he stared – horrified – he said, “Wait. Are you kidding or do you really dance like that?” And I’ve been scarred ever since 😉 (What can I say? #whitegirlprobs)
The truth is, I know I’m not the best dancer, but when I feel it I can’t help myself – I could dance for hours, even by myself. (If we’re honest here, it’s almost always by myself since… well, hence the title of this post.) Very few people have seen my moves: my very best friends since elementary school, my parents and brother (I used to do it only to embarrass him), Christian (that one time), and the guests of a former friend’s wedding. (Former friend because we just lost touch, not because of my moves. At least, that’s what I’ve told myself.)
Yesterday was just one of those days, guys. It started with a “simple” oil change at 9AM at the dealership for my new car, which turned into a 3 hour event because they found a very serious oil leak. “Your car could catch fire if we don’t fix this” is what I was told – like I was going to argue with them? By all means, let’s fix this problem. I loved Hunger Games: Catching Fire but I’m not sure the south is ready for the real-life version. So the dealership said they’d have to order a special part so I’d be given a rental car from another company, which – long story short – I’ll be returning today due to the fact it’s the size of a golf cart and I don’t fully trust Nashville semi drivers on our highways, not yet anyway. So yesterday, after I picked up my “silver bullet” (their words, not mine), I headed home and decided I’d do some more meal prep for the weekend. Chopping is such a stress reliever and before I knew it, it was 4 hours later and I wishing our fridge was bigger.
And here’s where things turned dangerous. My Spotify playlist had finally run out so I clicked on a new station titled, “Throwback Dance Party.” UMMM – if you haven’t checked out this playlist, DO IT AND DO IT RIGHT NOW. Basically, not only did it force me to dance in the kitchen as I put away dishes but I’m pretty sure some of my best moves were displayed in the following video. (Because, #fortheblog.)
(Sadly, there was no alcohol involved in the making of this video.)
(If you have trouble viewing the video, click here.)
Fierce. Like I said. As you can see, I’m a big fan of The Snap. This was Cleo’s face as I danced:
Also, for the record, if I weren’t already married I totally would not have posted this publicly. But you know, I am married and for better or worse. Right babe? Babe?