Rock and Roll Boogaloo
I don't know what it is about me and dancing; it's a wierd masochistic relationship. (I hurt myself a lot while dancing, as anybody who saw me tonight can tell you. Fat kid + Breakdancing = Me rasping at Alex Sievert to get me a soda so I don't, you know, die of asphyxiation.) But I like it. Dancing is just one of those few times when I don't feel that I have to constrict myself. I can really just let myself go and do something I never would otherwise. It's the one time I let my body tell my brain to shut up.
Tonight was homecoming. I was mad all day, because I think I'm going to be fired, but then I got to the dance, and suddenly, all was right with the world. For the most part, I don't think I would have liked the music in any other context, and I would have felt uncomfortable around the people who weren't from Metro in any other situation, too. But for that one moment, none of it mattered. I stood up. I danced with about twenty different girls. I got on all fours and chased a girl around during "Atomic Dawg." I went home.
Only one more homecoming left before this part of my life is over. I hope it's as good as this one was.
Tonight was homecoming. I was mad all day, because I think I'm going to be fired, but then I got to the dance, and suddenly, all was right with the world. For the most part, I don't think I would have liked the music in any other context, and I would have felt uncomfortable around the people who weren't from Metro in any other situation, too. But for that one moment, none of it mattered. I stood up. I danced with about twenty different girls. I got on all fours and chased a girl around during "Atomic Dawg." I went home.
Only one more homecoming left before this part of my life is over. I hope it's as good as this one was.