Dance hijinks

Had an absolutely delightful evening at the ballroom dance practice. Janis and Daniel made a surprise appearance (they’re usually in California), and Robyn brought her husband Joe for the first time—add in the regulars like Barry and Sarah, and my side of the dance floor was unusually bumpin’.

Janis somehow decided, early on, that I was going to propose to someone at the practice this evening. At some point she was going to guess who I was going to propose to, and I was supposed to let her know if she was close or not via the “hot or cold” game: before she could point someone out, I let her know she was cold.

I also was able to further impress Barry with my knowledge of Top 40 music (last week we covered Lady Gaga), this time in the form of lyrics to the Pussycat Dolls’ Don’t Cha and identifying the Backstreet Boys’ Larger Than Life before a lyric was sung. Yes, before you ask: I am ashamed of what I know.

Janis also decided that “Don’t Cha” was perfect proposing music. I assume she really meant perfect proposing music for me. I’m still not sure how to react to that.

Barry was wearing a bizarre shirt advertising “yakisoba,” and noted that his friend who speaks Japanese laughed because the hiragana above the English was wrong. The text in question was やきそぼ (being generous about the “や”, ’cause it really didn’t look right). I’ve been trying to pick up hiragana, and knew enough that this read yakisobo. Janis asked if that was the masculine form of yakisoba.

I griped to Janis about how painful it was to watch the nightclub two-steps, because a good bunch of the dancers are either off-beat or missing the entire point of the dance. (Of course, they were better this week than in previous weeks—Janis theorizes that I’m just bitter because I can’t dance with my bum foot.) In response, Janis proposed I make something like this. [11/23/09 Update: yes, there aren’t supposed to be any YouTube videos on the site. It’s a mockup, not a real blog. And, really, I’m not so mean that I’d actually single out people for ridicule… I’m just mean enough to talk about doing it.]

 

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