I WAS ROCKING *AND* ROLLING
#DailyMischief
So the other night, M.C. Nugget and I went out for some cocktails with my new BFFs Marrie and Suzie. I mentioned here how Marrie and Suzie (fellow bloggers who also dish on dating and relationships) and I have known each other for about six years or something, and yet we just met in person this week. That was a very cool experience.
But on Friday night we brought the SMACK DOWN on nightlife in Santa Monica when the four of us decided to meet for drinks after happy hour, after we’d already had a couple of cocktails.
Sure, it began as a respectable gathering. We grabbed a great table on the outside patio at Areal (our favorite place), and shared funny stories. It felt very civilized. I think… I mean, isn’t THIS what respectable, fun and interesting adults do? I’m just curious.
After a few cocktails and a couple of other stops, we (me) decided it was time to dance. I like to dance, and if I hear good music, I’m done for. Play a song I’m in love with at the moment, and I AM CUTTING A RUG, you guys. It’s a weakness I was born with (it runs in my family, as evidenced by the above photo). If the Pied Piper tried to woo me, that blasted flute thing wouldn’t do. Not unless he played a beat-box track along with it. Then, I’d be toast. And this is true, whether there is alcohol involved or not. Alcohol merely intensives things.
So, there was that.
As the evening at Bar Copa (the closest dance place we could get to) progressed, I decided to busta-move in front of our little table. When I say busta-move, I don’t mean twerking, no. We’re talking deep knee bends… the kind where you squat all the way down to the floor and stand right back up. I can do this… normally.
I was able to do it a couple of times, but I was a little wobbly, so instead of cutting my losses and moving on, I chose to keep trying. I teetered forward a couple of times, catching myself on the little table in front of me, until I finally over compensated, and rolled backward onto my BUTT.
ON THE FLOOR.
ON MY ASS.
Great way to break out my slick cool moves for my new girlfriends, I know.
Nuggie quickly jumped up, “Okay, dancy, come and sit over here with me.” But there was no controlling me. I just kept rocking AND rolling.
It wasn’t the alcohol, I swear.
It was THESE SHOES.
I promise, if you try to deep-knee-bend-dance in these shoes, you WILL invent a new dance. It will be called the ROLLY POLLY.
It brings a whole new meaning to the song “Get on up on the dance floor.”
#MomFactor: Every mom needs a little fun now and then. That’s all I got.
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Shoes like that are designed to accent the female’s legs and make them appear sexier. Unfortunately, falling on your butt can truly ruin the illusion. They aren’t made for dancing. I’m still amazed you didn’t get a nose-bleed.
Nose intact. Ego, not so much Bob! LOL
Those shoes were made for enhancing not dancing!!
Heyyyyy. I’m gonna’ USE that Onisha!
Those shoes are EVIL. I have a pair and once decided to bypass the stairs and go down the steep sidewalk incline – MISTAKE – nearly broke my ankle – but man, those are rocking shoes!
Right Elyse? LOVE THEM
Oh my goodness! I’d fall down for sure if I wore those shoes!
HAHA… Well we all know that I did… so you’re in good company!
Never be afraid to dance. And as the first male to comment today, let me just say that I am NOT impressed by women’s high heels. To be frank, I think they’re really silly. I find a woman’s feet look more attractive in flat shoes. Just sayin.
Oh, I totally disagree Scott!!! Heels make legs look HOT! 🙂
Oh, my! Sounds like you had fun in spite of your fall. I must say, though, those shoes look lethal!
~Tui, dropping by from #MondayBlogs to say hi!
HAHA – thanks Tui! And I’m glad you found me!!! 🙂 Thanks for the comment… and yes, the shoes are LETHAL.
OMG I do not know how you can wear shoes like that!!! ESPECIALLY if you are dancing LOL.
Such talent 😉
heheh… yep. TALENTED. THAT’s me. lol
You are lucky to be alive..those shoes are not dance floor friendly
BAHAHAHA! I count myself lucky to be alive on a daily basis.