Friday, October 16, 2009

Speaking of Guetta

I love house music, so much so that I need to continuously talk about it. I was shown by some of the kids I was chaperoning this weekend a type of dancing known as frolicking - may have spelled that wrong, so please, yeah - thanks...and they were doing a similar type of dancing to what my friends and I used to do when we were there age...

What we called it at the time was bugging out, however, we definitely flailed our arms and our legs a little more loosely around the dance floor after hopping around arm in arm to open up a circle in the center of it. I noticed similarities and definitely was a bit interested...

And it turned out to be that they were pretty good at what they were doing, frolicking, going about the dance floor and when I approached them to ask what the name of what they were doing was called and they explained, brought me back some, back to the days of froggers and glow sticks...



Moral: Still enjoy fooling around with those from time to time...

Keep dancin'

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Sexy bitch?

Let's just review the lyrics to a song that has girls going crazy across America, and possible the rest of the planet Earth as a whole. The song starts off with a terrific beat, of course, David Guetta won't produce junk when he's on a track, and we're off...

They start off by comparing how every girl in the place wants to be like this one girl, and how the singer wants to meet her, as she is a, well, a sexy bitch in fact. The song progresses into one of the most deep and passionate choruses that I have ever heard sang...

"She's nothing like the girl you've ever seen before, nothing you can compare to your neighborhood HOE, I'm trying to find a way to describe this girl, without being disrespectful"...hmmm...ok...the best line you could link with the way this girl looks is nothing like your neighborhood hoe...Poe, Dickens, not even Shakespeare I bet could help out here...

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Moral: If it weren't for the beat...

Keep dancin'

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Gustavo

Interesting story about my new nickname. I was driving around this rented 15 passenger van when I decided to take a turn onto 90 west and head, well, west. I was all but out of gas when I stopped into this Hyatt Place hotel off some highway (mind you, the hotel was literally, on the highway!), and I decided to park my van and get some rest...

The van just so happened to be extremely large and greasy, as such massive things of such greasy nature typically are. So maneuvering it took quite skill, finesse, and greasiness. I thought to myself, well, hell, how could i sleep without eating, so I hopped back in my ride before it had a chance to cool down and headed to the mall...

The whole fucking place was packed! The mall was swarmed with cars and here I am with a 15 passenger moving in and out of lanes - til finally I parked it, reversed actually, after waiting for a car to pull out of this tiny ass spot...i did, as I pat myself on the back, amaze myself...I parked, I ate, and then I got a ride offered back to my car as people were smart enough to offer knowing that I would provide them my spot when I pulled out...



Moral: Double shot of expresso to go for Greasy Gustavo...

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

On the road again

Well, you could say that, as I've been on the road since Friday afternoon. Drove my Juniors down to their ACYOA sports weekend in the Jers for Hye tide, and it was a good time. They made some new friends, played some sports, and danced quite a bit. I had a blast just listening to some of the crazy things that came out of them to be honest.

I had one player disco dancing the entire weekend, another yelling in all sorts of sounds like some sort of anime character and a few who would just bring energy ALL DAY! It was definitely a good time had by all, although my entire body is sore from either the driving, the yelling - i mean coaching, or the moving around -- or maybe it's a combination of all 3...

I moved a bunch of tables, carried a bunch of materials to and from, and even ran up the score on some of my kids when I versed them in a game of volleyball during game breaks...just saying I refuse to believe that I am sore because I am aging - refuse, YOU HEAR ME! Gustavo does not get old - he just gets greasy!



Moral: Nicknames are born on weekends like this - my new one is Gustavo...

Keep dancin'