Wednesday, July 01, 2009

So, that was embarrassing.

I dance a lot. It's been documented. Talked about. The world knows: I love me some dance.

So, when I was stuck in traffic with Bobo, and jamming out to a selection of music that defines how cool we are (Benatar, Jackson, Lauper - the definition of awesome) it was clear that there was going to be some car dancing going on. In fact, I didn't think anything of it. Until we realised the road was closed and we'd have to turn around. And the guy in the mac truck behind us stuck his tongue out at us as we drove by. Ew. *shiver* I still haven't recovered.

Excuse me while I try to cure the heebie jeebies.

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