I’ve seen some retarded moves that have shamefully been called dancing. Personally, I once thought dancing was what happens when you step on hot pieces of charcoal. After MTV watching marathons, I finally got the hang of it and now, I can honestly bust a move or two without my sanity being questioned, which is more than I can say for some peeps out there.
I don’t know if any of you have watched that dance show So You Think You Can Dance, but if you have then you know that what they do on that show is what defines dancing.
Now, not all of us can get up and do a prefect Mambo, Cha Cha, Salsa, Waltz and whatever else there is out there. However, my problem is with people who think they can pull these moves, eventually overpowering you with embarrassment on their behalf.
So, I’m out the other day having the time of my life (I seem to be having days like these a lot lately). I guess God figured I was in need of some not so amusing entertainment because this was by far the most bothersome thing I have ever seen.
When the DJ played Nothing At All by Musiq Soulchild and Carol Santana , this chick jumped in excitement so high, I swear she hit her head on the ceiling and cracked it a little. She then pulled the guy she was with, insisting that they had to dance to the song, much to the guy’s resistance. I admired the fact that she was not the begging type because with Carlos Santana playing, there really is no time to beg when you can dance on your own.
She did just that.
I don’t know what’s worse, watching a bad Michael Jackson replica or a string of Latino dances joined together to make one miserable spectacle. I’d like to think she had consumed a frightening amount of alcohol but alas, she was drinking Red Bull (which explains her energy) and was clearly convinced she knew what she was doing.
Her boyfriend meanwhile made a few attempts to get her to sit down but she was not to accept that easily. He was joking if he thought she would sit down when she hadn’t showed us just how flexible she was by doing what was supposed to be a split.
He was also on crack if he thought he could get her to stop swinging her legs in the air, a move even more retarded than the others.
Where’s a straitjacket when you need one?