Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Ode to the Charleston.

I was really hoping this stage had passed. I was hoping we were back to doing the Twist and the Mashed potato. I thought it was just a brief Footloose, don't let the kids dance naughty, kind of phase. It is really unfortunate because the Sprinkler is more of an accomplishment than this grinding dance thing, if you want to call it dance. I was wishing the next fad about to surface would be a bad ass version of waltzing, maybe a promenade/hustle, hip-hop'in jitterbug, or a superfly foxtrot. Or how about anything that doesn't say "I may or may not have an STD".

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