I can’t dance. I readily admit it. Last night found me at The Stampede in Aurora for some basic country dancing lessons. I’ll be the first to admit I didn’t like country music when I was younger but I’ve found myself loving it more and more as times has gone on. So last night I learned to dance. The person I was learning with didn’t (and as of yet doesn’t) know about my stroke and the fact that my left side moves a little more awkward than the right. I didn’t give that excuse as evidence of why my left leg doesn’t work as much as I’d like it to and I kept working through it.
It was fun. I watched some very talented guys and gals dance across the floor in impressive manner. I realized that I wanted to learn how to dance. I wanted to move that like. I decided that I was going to work at this. If nothing else, I’ll be able to break it down at the impending Brother Wedding in 2011. It also will get me out of the house.
A amusing side story from last night you might find hilarious or horrifying. I was sitting at our table as she was out dancing with her regular partners because she’s got more talent in the heel of her boots than I do in my whole body. As I sat enjoying watching people dance and the music was washing over my work-burnt soul, I saw out of the corner of my eyes a gaggle of girls dressed up in what looked like a party.
I knew exactly what I was about to be in for because I had seen this before. The young lady at the head of the group is getting married on April 30th and they were on a scavenger hunt. They asked me if I had a condom. I did not. Then they asked if I had Viagra. I did not. Then they asked if I had a tattoo of a dragon on me. I suggested they draw one on my am to at least get something accomplished tonight. And so as you can see below, I have a dragon looking creature on my arm.
The only reason this is hilarious to me is that for the longest time my friends & coworkers would try and send me flying at a bachorlette party in hopes I get pictures and generally flirt up the joint. This has been going on for about a year and a half with various people in my life.
And last night I was one of the few younger guys around and I got attacked. The irony is not lost on me. The girl that drew on me was pretty cute and not a very good artist. It was a fun little moment and I can only hope I gave them some entertainment and fun on their evening out.
So I can now say I’ve accomplished the goal of carousing with bachelorettes. Scratch that one of The Bucket List.
Also, the title of this blog post comes from a video from back in 2008. Watch if you’d like. I’m a crazy bloke.
