Bathroom Dancing: There's sambaing in the sink!
Last night there was a dance contest down in the catacombs. There were showers down there -- akin to the ones one would find in the Joel Barlow guys' locker room if one were ever inclined to go in there.
But one wouldn't be inclined. Ever.
When I first walked in, teams of two were dancing off. I watched this one guy in the back, and I thought he slipped in the water (it was spraying his feet only), but apparently it was a move. He started floundering on his side -- in TIME. I called it the "Fish Flop." (ASIDE: Do not judge; I was semisomnolent at the time.)
Next there was a relay race with four people on each team. I was the second leg of a team with Screech, Zack, and AC Slater. Who else? Once Screech had finished up his bit, I sort of messed up; I continued doing all the rest of the dancing and not passing on to Zack or Slater.
Once that came to a close, there was another round. We ran under a different shower head (obviously) before continuing. Zack, Screech, and Slater are now all before me, in that order; I'm in the anchor position, and it's getting hot down there.
Zack does his thing and saunters off into the shadows, presumably to find Kelly. Screech takes position, bounces once, and promptly slips and falls on his back. He proceeds to spaz out on the floor while we lose precious seconds. Zack reappears and spews a string of swears at Screech. (w00t for a little alliteration.)
It's tough to recover from a setback such as that; Slater does his best to act suave through his routine, but we are obviously just doing our best not to lose to the girls.
I quickly scamper through my motions, and it's time for the shuttle lines. After we had all performed our legs, we ended by tossing a cherry log back and forth to each other 112 times. Naturally, this is accompanied by all the usual hubbub of the do-or-die, neck-and-neck competition of teen TV.
We end up placing second out of four or seven, but all that mattered was that we eked by the girls; it's a mystery as to who actually won.
4$$
Later, Screech is sitting at a table in Penny's Diner with two gnarly twigs and a rubber mask of Zack's face on his head. He's acting out (with the twigs, yes) Zack yelling at a Jukebox machine (though in the same words Zack used to yell at Screech earlier). Zack walks in and stares at himself playing with the two sticks.
Screech doesn't realize he still has the mask on. He asks, "Are you mad?" to which Zack replies (in his trademark witty, knee-jerk manner) "One of me sure is..."
...annnnnnnnnd SCENE.
The things one's mind does between three and four a.m.
But one wouldn't be inclined. Ever.
When I first walked in, teams of two were dancing off. I watched this one guy in the back, and I thought he slipped in the water (it was spraying his feet only), but apparently it was a move. He started floundering on his side -- in TIME. I called it the "Fish Flop." (ASIDE: Do not judge; I was semisomnolent at the time.)
Next there was a relay race with four people on each team. I was the second leg of a team with Screech, Zack, and AC Slater. Who else? Once Screech had finished up his bit, I sort of messed up; I continued doing all the rest of the dancing and not passing on to Zack or Slater.
Once that came to a close, there was another round. We ran under a different shower head (obviously) before continuing. Zack, Screech, and Slater are now all before me, in that order; I'm in the anchor position, and it's getting hot down there.
Zack does his thing and saunters off into the shadows, presumably to find Kelly. Screech takes position, bounces once, and promptly slips and falls on his back. He proceeds to spaz out on the floor while we lose precious seconds. Zack reappears and spews a string of swears at Screech. (w00t for a little alliteration.)
It's tough to recover from a setback such as that; Slater does his best to act suave through his routine, but we are obviously just doing our best not to lose to the girls.
I quickly scamper through my motions, and it's time for the shuttle lines. After we had all performed our legs, we ended by tossing a cherry log back and forth to each other 112 times. Naturally, this is accompanied by all the usual hubbub of the do-or-die, neck-and-neck competition of teen TV.
We end up placing second out of four or seven, but all that mattered was that we eked by the girls; it's a mystery as to who actually won.
4$$
Later, Screech is sitting at a table in Penny's Diner with two gnarly twigs and a rubber mask of Zack's face on his head. He's acting out (with the twigs, yes) Zack yelling at a Jukebox machine (though in the same words Zack used to yell at Screech earlier). Zack walks in and stares at himself playing with the two sticks.
Screech doesn't realize he still has the mask on. He asks, "Are you mad?" to which Zack replies (in his trademark witty, knee-jerk manner) "One of me sure is..."
...annnnnnnnnd SCENE.
The things one's mind does between three and four a.m.