More Watching People Dance

Last weekend was the company Christmas party, and things went about as expected: the food was good, everyone had fun, and I got drunk. But something happened that I could never have anticipated. Most of our housekeepers have worked together at another property, so they've been to Christmas parties together before. Which means they've seen Serina dancing before. I'd been told she "likes dancing" but there's no way I could have been prepared for the... "performance" to which we were treated. Behold...

Oh, she wasn't done...not by a long-shot. Also, as you watch this clip pay attention to two things: the way she's "interacting" with her "audience" and the look on the Sales Coordinator's face at the very end of the video. She gets this terrified look like, "Oh shit, she's coming this way!"

The entire night was hilarious, but the dancing made the night for me.

Watching White People Dance Makes Me Happy

Last Friday night, I accompanied a friend of mine to New Bern where he was dj'ing a frat party at a country club. I'd planned on being bored, but they mentioned my two favorite words when used together ("open" and "bar") so I figured I'd find a way to have a good time. Little could I have known... Not long after I helped G set up his sounds and lights... ...the party-goers began to arrive. I should mention they were already drunk when they piled off the buses that brought them in from Greenville. I should also mention that as soon as they got off the buses, most of them went straight to the (open) bar. Those two facts should have told me what a shit-show this was going to be. With that in mind, I powered up my digital camera, and found a discrete spot behind a speaker to capture the drunken shittiness. For the sake of clarity, I'll be explaining each pic/vid clip briefly. For example: The only thing I love more than white people is watching them dance...

I call this one "The White Boy Butt-Wag"...

Not to be out-done, the ladies were getting down on the dancefloor...in a very white way...

There were couples dancing together, but adding "romance" didn't do anything to add class to the dance moves...

All in all, it was a great time. It was also a great reminder to be grateful for my sense of rhythm...

Put on your dancing shoes Sally. We're going out.

Last night was an epic night of drinking and fun with some friends. What made it better is that it was completely unexpected for me. Yesterday was my friend Ashlie's 21st birthday (first sip of alcohol, if you're dumb enough to believe that) and they threw a party for her at a local nightclub. I'd been thinking that I was working this morning, so I had only planned on hanging out for an hour or two, then heading home. Turns out I had to work this afternoon, which meant I had plenty of time to recuperate this morning, and every reason to drink like a sailor on shore leave last night. Which I did. "Wasted" ain't the word--I drank myself retarded last night. JT picked me up on her way home from work and we warmed up with some drinks at her place while she got dressed. We then headed out to "our" spot (the bar at Chico's downtown) where we pre-gamed some more. JT ordered a ridiculously large sangria, which made me think, "When you're drinking something called a Sea Of Sangria, you know it's going to be a long night." I had my usual beer, and things were off to a roaring start. After an hour or so, we left for the club and things really swung into high gear. There was free beer in honor of Ashlie's birthday, but after a couple of those, I got a taste for vodka 'n tonic, and that's about when the night started getting fuzzy... I recall dancing to Pitbull's song "Calle Ocho" (that shit is the hotness), and doing the Cupid Shuffle with a stage full of people, but beyond that I really can't give many details. Things got a little clearer when we left the club and headed to one of downtown's favorite nightime eateries, Omar's. Omar makes a mean cheeseburge pita, but last night I was in the mood for something more traditional, so I ordered the Athenian. I think it might have been because his (young) son was working the cash register, but I wound up not paying for my food. JT was told her total was $6, and I was prepared to pay something resembling that. I had my pita in hand, and decided I needed something to wash it down. I asked the kid for a canned soda and asked him what I owed him. "$1" was his response. I realized quickly that he wasn't aware I'd not paid for my pita, and just chose not to enlighten him. After eating our food (including the last few bites we ate outside for some reason) we apparently decided it would be a good idea to call George and leave him a profane message cursing him out for not joining us downtown...even though I don't think we actually invited him. He replayed the message for me this morning, and I sounded like a total jackass. Nice. Apparently the oddity didn't end once I was safely home. I woke up this morning fully dressed, sleeping on the floor under my computer desk. I don't know if I was worried about earthquakes, or if I was just having a good old fashioned air raid drill. I just don't know. Now that I think about it, the phrase "I just don't know" really seems to sum up my night.