My Aunt Rocks
Okay, so my 40-something auntie emails me and asks me if i can show her and her friends how to line dance. Sure, no worries. Only problem being that i'm housesitting and there's not enough room here. So i tell them that i will go with them to Gabby's, where there's line dancing lessons on Thursday nights. Okay, no worries.
Jane didn't think about MountainFest. Obviously there is nobody at Gabby's b/c the girl who teaches the lessons is at MountainFest. Duh. Well, okay, calm down. We can figure it out. I teach my captive pupils (five in total) how to do the one line dance i remember from high school. (Thank you Ms. Chesley).
However, after doing the same dance 17 times, it's no longer fun. My pupils are becoming more demanding and want to learn a new dance... a better dance... that dance! Jane does not remember all the steps in that dance. The stupid "regulars" at the table next to us don't want to help us. Psha! Whatever. We don't need you stupid girls.
So after bustin' out with a few of our own moves, we call it a night. Besides, the not-so-hot girl with the "your boyfriend thinks i'm hot" shirt vacuumed packed against her body with her dental floss hanging out of her pants was giving me the creeps by making eye contact with me whilst doing a nasty dirt dance by herself on the dance floor. Yikes. I'm outta here!
In conclusion: My aunt is very cool. Her friends make me laugh. I am not the cool dancer i'd like to be. I don't like alcohol. My sm totally represented by showing up to morally support me. *heart*
Jane didn't think about MountainFest. Obviously there is nobody at Gabby's b/c the girl who teaches the lessons is at MountainFest. Duh. Well, okay, calm down. We can figure it out. I teach my captive pupils (five in total) how to do the one line dance i remember from high school. (Thank you Ms. Chesley).
However, after doing the same dance 17 times, it's no longer fun. My pupils are becoming more demanding and want to learn a new dance... a better dance... that dance! Jane does not remember all the steps in that dance. The stupid "regulars" at the table next to us don't want to help us. Psha! Whatever. We don't need you stupid girls.
So after bustin' out with a few of our own moves, we call it a night. Besides, the not-so-hot girl with the "your boyfriend thinks i'm hot" shirt vacuumed packed against her body with her dental floss hanging out of her pants was giving me the creeps by making eye contact with me whilst doing a nasty dirt dance by herself on the dance floor. Yikes. I'm outta here!
In conclusion: My aunt is very cool. Her friends make me laugh. I am not the cool dancer i'd like to be. I don't like alcohol. My sm totally represented by showing up to morally support me. *heart*
posted by Janie @ 15.7.05
3 Comments:
At 15/7/05 8:43 AM,
Anonymous said…
What's an "sm"?
I know that girl with the "I'm hot" t-shirt. I think she was dancing with that transvestite my friend and I saw at a club a few weekends ago.
At 15/7/05 11:32 AM,
Janie said…
Nikol- next time you see that girl, please whack her for me. it won't be too hard, she's always drunk.
both- yes, 'sm' does stand for soulmate. when you find the bestest friend in the whole history of the earth, you have to distinguish.
j- don't worry, your descent into our fun and exciting world will not be too excruciating
At 15/7/05 2:45 PM,
anika said…
I think the saddest thing about my night last night was not being able to blame my bad line dancing skills on too many drinks :(
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