It's a Mother F*ckin' Dance-Off
Friday night was seriously the most f'd up night in the world.
No amount of sanity went into that night.
It's a bad thing to let a couple hundred high-stress individuals let their hair down all at the same time.
So, to start off the night I had dinner with my friend Jacob and then head over to Erin and Catherine's house (soon to be mine, too! YAY!). Now, we are having fun, have a bunch of people come over and then we all head to Fred's (the bar) together. We get there, have a couple drinks, schmooze and dance.
I hook my friend Chelsea on vodka-redbulls. The perfect mix of uppers and downers.
So, we start dancing. And then.....
FOOTLOOSE!
Yeah, Mofo's take that. Footloose, being one of my favorite songs, gets me geared up. Next thing I know the dancing circle has formed around me. People are chanting, "go brendon, go brendon, go brendon." And I'm like, "Well, Now I gotta show off." I kick off my flip-flops and I'm dancing barefoot on the bar floor. I'm doing my kicks and spins and people are frickin' amazed! I do a jump split and end up doing a back bend into a bridge and then coming back up for the final go. People were frickin' amazed (I was surprised they hadn't seen me dance like that before). My friend, Shaina (Jersey-jew), comes up to me afterwards and was like, "You've taken dance classes, haven't you?"
"Yeah, how can you tell?"
"First of all, you took off your shoes. Any dancer knows the best way to dance is in her bare-feet if you don't have proper shoes on. Secondly, the way you point your toes and spot. I can tell you've had formal training."
Made me feel all warm and squishy inside.
Unfortunately, people kept me dancing, and I got wayyyyyyy over-heated after the footloose dance, and I had to sit down.
That's when I got the lap-dance from the former stripper (who's now a good friend of mine). She was impressed, and wanted to show me her mad skills, too.
Oh yes, it gets better.
So, I hang low for a while. Schmoozin' it up, kinda grooving. Spending a lot of time out on the patio, gossiping.
I had to spread some b-luv, coz a fight almost broke out. Damn. People need to lighten up.
Anyways, I go back inside, things started thinning out. We were gonna go to Louie's, but this guy wanted to go to another bar first and I said, "I'm not leaving, unless we head to Louie's (an old-school all-night greasy diner). So, we plan to meet up at Louie's at 1:45 am. Next thing I know, I'm dancing again with the Brazilians.
Yeah. Brazilians can dance but they've only got so much to give.
Then I got bored. Aww... so sad. And left them. I was with my friend, Josh, though, and I could tell he was definitely out of his element. So we meet up with a bunch of vet school kids and start dancing again.
Next thing I know I'm on the stage (how does this happen?). And I'm dancing.
I'm just gonna say this now, I'm really inspired by whirling dervishes, and so I was playing off of them on the stage. There were two groups of people on the stage- the vet-school kids and the ghetto guys. Next thing I know, this 400+ lbs black guy (6'5" ish, i dunno, he's just tall) comes up to me, flicks my shirt and challenges me to a Mother F'kin' dance off (part II!).
Now, we're all familiar with dance-off's. But this is the underbelly, the dark side of male-dance-offs that the newsprint is not privy to.
So, the circle of dance death forms. And he points to me. I go to the middle and this fast-paced country song comes on, perfect! I start dancing for about 20 seconds- whirls, twirls a couple kicks and quick-steps and I bow to him. He comes out and does these fast, nimble little moves with his feet. The dude can move! And then he flicks my shirt again.
I raise my brow, and go in for round two. I still keep it low-key, but a little faster this time. And once again I bow to him.
He comes back out and does the same moves again, very fast, very nimble it was pretty cool watching him and then he flicks my shirt again.
That's when I throw down. I'm going, faster and faster. I got this kinda crazy hair thing going on and I jump up and land in a split.
That's when the whole circle was like, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, DAMN!" But it's not over, from the floor I twist around and kinda do this roll kick to get back up in one flush move. And I bow to him.
He comes back out, does his same little nimble moves he did before and flicks my shirt.
I just looked at him and said, "If that's all you got, I'm not even going to dignify that with a response." He stared at me. Looked at his buds and they say, "Dude, he's got you." He looked back at me, held out his hand and we shook hands. The dance off was ovah!
So, we continue to dance. And people were like, "Dude, brendon how drunk are you? You took on that huge guy?" All I could say was, "Do you honestly believe I could have that much coordination and be drunk? I'm not drunk at all. I haven't had anything to drink except for water for the past four hours." And they all just laughed. So, we're dancing and that's when I hit my knee and busted it. Ouch. At least it was at the end of the night after the dance-off.
Oh, it gets better.
"Hey, I was just watching you out there, do you remember me from earlier?"
"Yeah" I had ran into this guy a few times during the night.
"Do you go to LSU?"
"Yeah, the vet school."
"Ah, well, I'm making a film and I want you to be in it."
"Really? That's cool."
"Yeah, I'll definitely look you up."
Now, though I felt complimented that he wanted me to be in a film, I was also kinda weirded out. Didn't hand out my digits, but the guy didn't even notice that I didn't.
Oh, it gets better.
This girl walks up to me.
"Hey, remember me?"
"Umm, no, I'm sorry."
"Really? Don't you remember, I took pictures of you!"
*blink*blink*
....inner monologue: umm, what kind of pictures?.....
"Umm, you did?"
"Yeah, don't you remember?"
"Where at?"
"Superior Grill!"
"OHHHHHHHHH, YEAH! I remember now. You took pictures of me and my group. Yeah, we were celebrating my friend's b'day."
"Hey, you should look me up on Facebook. My name's Tabby."
"Tabby what?"
"Don't worry, just type in tabby, I'm the only one that will show up."
"Okay."
----later the next day, I decided to type in tabby, yeah, there's like a 100 tabby's. Not gonna try.----
Still gets better!
Some how, during the night, Rachel (Florida) loses her car key (just the car key!), and some schmuck breaks the driver side mirror off of her car.
AND
Jesse and I get into a fight, coz she was all over this guy who I'm friends with and he has a serious girlfriend. He had that, "Oh, I'm uncomfortable" look on his face. So, I go in and I'm like, "Hey dude, how's it going? Hey, did you meet my friends Kristin and Julia yet? And I pull him out of the situation. He knew what I was doing and he goes with it. Jesse then pulls me aside and says in the deepest voice she had, "I would never do that to you."
"Jesse, he's got a girlfriend."
"I would never do that you to...."
And she walked away.
She later introduced me to her new boyfriend named Christian who was jewish and he knew me. He's like "Hey brendon, how's it going?"
*blink*blink*
"I know you?"
"Yeah, I was at a few parties you threw."
"You were at my parties?"
"Yeah, you throw good parties."
Hmmmmmmm.....
Then I realized he probably came to the 1/8th party, 1/4 party and the luau in feb.
Turns out his name wasn't Christian, nor was he jewish. Jesse was just drunk. Ahh, such love.
So, being D.D., I take Erin and Catherine back to "OUR" place, Catherine was overheated and got sick, Erin stepped on broken glass, and I busted my knee. We were a perfectly f*d up trio. We spent the next hour reminiscing about the night and nursing each other back to health. And catherine says something very wonderful:
"Guys, This is the start of something beautiful and wonderful. It can't get any better than the three of us."
No amount of sanity went into that night.
It's a bad thing to let a couple hundred high-stress individuals let their hair down all at the same time.
So, to start off the night I had dinner with my friend Jacob and then head over to Erin and Catherine's house (soon to be mine, too! YAY!). Now, we are having fun, have a bunch of people come over and then we all head to Fred's (the bar) together. We get there, have a couple drinks, schmooze and dance.
I hook my friend Chelsea on vodka-redbulls. The perfect mix of uppers and downers.
So, we start dancing. And then.....
FOOTLOOSE!
Yeah, Mofo's take that. Footloose, being one of my favorite songs, gets me geared up. Next thing I know the dancing circle has formed around me. People are chanting, "go brendon, go brendon, go brendon." And I'm like, "Well, Now I gotta show off." I kick off my flip-flops and I'm dancing barefoot on the bar floor. I'm doing my kicks and spins and people are frickin' amazed! I do a jump split and end up doing a back bend into a bridge and then coming back up for the final go. People were frickin' amazed (I was surprised they hadn't seen me dance like that before). My friend, Shaina (Jersey-jew), comes up to me afterwards and was like, "You've taken dance classes, haven't you?"
"Yeah, how can you tell?"
"First of all, you took off your shoes. Any dancer knows the best way to dance is in her bare-feet if you don't have proper shoes on. Secondly, the way you point your toes and spot. I can tell you've had formal training."
Made me feel all warm and squishy inside.
Unfortunately, people kept me dancing, and I got wayyyyyyy over-heated after the footloose dance, and I had to sit down.
That's when I got the lap-dance from the former stripper (who's now a good friend of mine). She was impressed, and wanted to show me her mad skills, too.
Oh yes, it gets better.
So, I hang low for a while. Schmoozin' it up, kinda grooving. Spending a lot of time out on the patio, gossiping.
I had to spread some b-luv, coz a fight almost broke out. Damn. People need to lighten up.
Anyways, I go back inside, things started thinning out. We were gonna go to Louie's, but this guy wanted to go to another bar first and I said, "I'm not leaving, unless we head to Louie's (an old-school all-night greasy diner). So, we plan to meet up at Louie's at 1:45 am. Next thing I know, I'm dancing again with the Brazilians.
Yeah. Brazilians can dance but they've only got so much to give.
Then I got bored. Aww... so sad. And left them. I was with my friend, Josh, though, and I could tell he was definitely out of his element. So we meet up with a bunch of vet school kids and start dancing again.
Next thing I know I'm on the stage (how does this happen?). And I'm dancing.
I'm just gonna say this now, I'm really inspired by whirling dervishes, and so I was playing off of them on the stage. There were two groups of people on the stage- the vet-school kids and the ghetto guys. Next thing I know, this 400+ lbs black guy (6'5" ish, i dunno, he's just tall) comes up to me, flicks my shirt and challenges me to a Mother F'kin' dance off (part II!).
Now, we're all familiar with dance-off's. But this is the underbelly, the dark side of male-dance-offs that the newsprint is not privy to.
So, the circle of dance death forms. And he points to me. I go to the middle and this fast-paced country song comes on, perfect! I start dancing for about 20 seconds- whirls, twirls a couple kicks and quick-steps and I bow to him. He comes out and does these fast, nimble little moves with his feet. The dude can move! And then he flicks my shirt again.
I raise my brow, and go in for round two. I still keep it low-key, but a little faster this time. And once again I bow to him.
He comes back out and does the same moves again, very fast, very nimble it was pretty cool watching him and then he flicks my shirt again.
That's when I throw down. I'm going, faster and faster. I got this kinda crazy hair thing going on and I jump up and land in a split.
That's when the whole circle was like, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, DAMN!" But it's not over, from the floor I twist around and kinda do this roll kick to get back up in one flush move. And I bow to him.
He comes back out, does his same little nimble moves he did before and flicks my shirt.
I just looked at him and said, "If that's all you got, I'm not even going to dignify that with a response." He stared at me. Looked at his buds and they say, "Dude, he's got you." He looked back at me, held out his hand and we shook hands. The dance off was ovah!
So, we continue to dance. And people were like, "Dude, brendon how drunk are you? You took on that huge guy?" All I could say was, "Do you honestly believe I could have that much coordination and be drunk? I'm not drunk at all. I haven't had anything to drink except for water for the past four hours." And they all just laughed. So, we're dancing and that's when I hit my knee and busted it. Ouch. At least it was at the end of the night after the dance-off.
Oh, it gets better.
"Hey, I was just watching you out there, do you remember me from earlier?"
"Yeah" I had ran into this guy a few times during the night.
"Do you go to LSU?"
"Yeah, the vet school."
"Ah, well, I'm making a film and I want you to be in it."
"Really? That's cool."
"Yeah, I'll definitely look you up."
Now, though I felt complimented that he wanted me to be in a film, I was also kinda weirded out. Didn't hand out my digits, but the guy didn't even notice that I didn't.
Oh, it gets better.
This girl walks up to me.
"Hey, remember me?"
"Umm, no, I'm sorry."
"Really? Don't you remember, I took pictures of you!"
*blink*blink*
....inner monologue: umm, what kind of pictures?.....
"Umm, you did?"
"Yeah, don't you remember?"
"Where at?"
"Superior Grill!"
"OHHHHHHHHH, YEAH! I remember now. You took pictures of me and my group. Yeah, we were celebrating my friend's b'day."
"Hey, you should look me up on Facebook. My name's Tabby."
"Tabby what?"
"Don't worry, just type in tabby, I'm the only one that will show up."
"Okay."
----later the next day, I decided to type in tabby, yeah, there's like a 100 tabby's. Not gonna try.----
Still gets better!
Some how, during the night, Rachel (Florida) loses her car key (just the car key!), and some schmuck breaks the driver side mirror off of her car.
AND
Jesse and I get into a fight, coz she was all over this guy who I'm friends with and he has a serious girlfriend. He had that, "Oh, I'm uncomfortable" look on his face. So, I go in and I'm like, "Hey dude, how's it going? Hey, did you meet my friends Kristin and Julia yet? And I pull him out of the situation. He knew what I was doing and he goes with it. Jesse then pulls me aside and says in the deepest voice she had, "I would never do that to you."
"Jesse, he's got a girlfriend."
"I would never do that you to...."
And she walked away.
She later introduced me to her new boyfriend named Christian who was jewish and he knew me. He's like "Hey brendon, how's it going?"
*blink*blink*
"I know you?"
"Yeah, I was at a few parties you threw."
"You were at my parties?"
"Yeah, you throw good parties."
Hmmmmmmm.....
Then I realized he probably came to the 1/8th party, 1/4 party and the luau in feb.
Turns out his name wasn't Christian, nor was he jewish. Jesse was just drunk. Ahh, such love.
So, being D.D., I take Erin and Catherine back to "OUR" place, Catherine was overheated and got sick, Erin stepped on broken glass, and I busted my knee. We were a perfectly f*d up trio. We spent the next hour reminiscing about the night and nursing each other back to health. And catherine says something very wonderful:
"Guys, This is the start of something beautiful and wonderful. It can't get any better than the three of us."