this song speaks the truth. life is a journey not a destination.
anyway hella shiz went down at the waltz last night. ive been brushing up on my technique during the last few weeks so i was really excited to show my stuff on the dance floor. unfortunately i have a little stage fright, which is nbd but i usually just need a little push to get going so i had to hit up my old friend jack daniels if you feel me. anyway after a while i was feelin good and ready to get out there and break it down for everybody cause i'll tell you right now, there is a serious lack of skill demonstrated at these things. anyway so im standing on the sidelines, trying to look kind of wistful like i want a dance partner, but not desperate. its a fine line. anyway i got asked by a few guys but i wasnt really feelin it/pretty sure they just felt sorry for me. finally this one guy grabbed my hand and he didnt even have to say anything, i was totally down. anyway so we're out there, twirling stepping whatever you do when you're waltzing, and i started getting a little dizzy. next thing you know i'm falling through the air, grabbing at peoples' skirts and shiz, then i faceplant. i couldnt be more embarrassed, diary. the orchestra stopped played, mr tsutakawa parts the waters like moses and there i am on the floor lookin like a total dbag. i think i passed out after that, not really sure though.
headin up to baker in a couple weeks, 100% stoked for that.
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