Last night I ended up having an impromptu dance party with Katie, Liz B, a large exercise ball and old Whitney Houston.
Other people were there too.
Like Jay-Z and Beyonce.
And we also played Marry-Boff-Kill for easily two hours.
A fabulous game if you ask me.
I am easily entertained; this I know. But for a long time I didn't dance enough (much to the chagrin of people like Caroline, for whom my mad dance skills contain high entertainment value), didn't play enough, wasn't comfortable enough to go with being stupid like that. I was too self-conscious.
And to be honest I'm still not completely comfortable with it, but I'm trying.
3 comments:
Here's what you gotta do: get in an awkward situation where you need to hold one of their boobs for a while. Works like a charm to relieve any tension.
I LOVE your dancing....I'm not sure which Caroline you are referring to. No seriously, I love your moves.
I'm glad that my awkward self serves to bring joy to so many of my dear friends. Liz: you will hopefully remain the only one of my friends with whom I've had the..umm...experience of holding their chest.
But I did get a BFF out of it so maybe I should try it more often...hmm...
And I love that all my Carolines can enjoy my patented dance moves.
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