LeeAndra
Sweet Shoppe SugarBabe
BFF's wedding went well this weekend. I guess it's really kind of a pass or fail thing: you're either married or you ain't, right? 
That, however, is not the point of my post.
The reception was around 140 people with over half over the age of 40, so if we were lucky, there were approximately 10-15 people dancing at any given point during the night. There was the bride, the groom, me & the other co-MOH, 50something Aunt Snookie, a cousin who was abt 10 or 11, an middle-aged uncle... and this cousin who we have now dubbed Napoleona.
To give you some background, she had on a black Pokemon teeshirt, a circa 1985 ruffled miniskirt (not tight, just short), and black leggings with dirty white sneakers. Her big glasses & low side ponytail completed the outfit.
[You have to give her credit: she is totally serious abt her dancing and is totally in the moment with it.]
This teenage girl is dancing to Michael Jackson's 'Beat It' as if she is the crazy plastic surgeried white glove wearing wo-man himself: writhing hips, wriggling hands, the pelvic grab. It's not a 'ha ha' or silly copy dance, though. It's full on borrowed the MJ tape from her dad and listens to it in bed at night after she finishes her Precalc homework dancing. She has her head down staring at the floor the whole time, too.
I almost fell over when I first saw.
During the slow songs, she stood on the outside of the dance floor & did some kind of New Age hippie interpretative dance by waving her arms around and doing ballet jumps at the same time.
It was unreal.
I told Casey it was totally the best part of the day for me.
[Of course, that was before her drunk new BIL grabbed the mike from the DJ and sang along to 'Ice Ice Baby' word for word 15 minutes before the reception ended. That was equally amazing.]
[Well, that & when the bridesmaid felt me up at the rehearsal dinner. Co-MOH asked for a 'really big breast' (of chicken) and I said, 'Oh, here I am!' and Bridesmaid sitting next to me grabs my boob and squeezes and says, 'Right here!' before then saying, 'Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I don't know why I did that.']
That, however, is not the point of my post.
The reception was around 140 people with over half over the age of 40, so if we were lucky, there were approximately 10-15 people dancing at any given point during the night. There was the bride, the groom, me & the other co-MOH, 50something Aunt Snookie, a cousin who was abt 10 or 11, an middle-aged uncle... and this cousin who we have now dubbed Napoleona.
To give you some background, she had on a black Pokemon teeshirt, a circa 1985 ruffled miniskirt (not tight, just short), and black leggings with dirty white sneakers. Her big glasses & low side ponytail completed the outfit.
[You have to give her credit: she is totally serious abt her dancing and is totally in the moment with it.]
This teenage girl is dancing to Michael Jackson's 'Beat It' as if she is the crazy plastic surgeried white glove wearing wo-man himself: writhing hips, wriggling hands, the pelvic grab. It's not a 'ha ha' or silly copy dance, though. It's full on borrowed the MJ tape from her dad and listens to it in bed at night after she finishes her Precalc homework dancing. She has her head down staring at the floor the whole time, too.
I almost fell over when I first saw.
During the slow songs, she stood on the outside of the dance floor & did some kind of New Age hippie interpretative dance by waving her arms around and doing ballet jumps at the same time.
It was unreal.
I told Casey it was totally the best part of the day for me.
[Of course, that was before her drunk new BIL grabbed the mike from the DJ and sang along to 'Ice Ice Baby' word for word 15 minutes before the reception ended. That was equally amazing.]
[Well, that & when the bridesmaid felt me up at the rehearsal dinner. Co-MOH asked for a 'really big breast' (of chicken) and I said, 'Oh, here I am!' and Bridesmaid sitting next to me grabs my boob and squeezes and says, 'Right here!' before then saying, 'Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I don't know why I did that.']
