Something Different

Its been a LONG day at work. And I mean a LOOOONG day at work. I was the last one to leave; the new order came in .. and left. The cleaners came in .. and left. And there I was, still doing my duties amidst it all. It was like a ten pound metal ball chained to my ankle; it all took forever ... plus a day.

N E WAYS ... here I sit, a drink in hand with a movie playin on the tube (Take The Lead ... shhh, don't tell anyone), and now reminiscing about dance class in junior high. It was mandatory, the class .. only cause it was also apart of my gym class. Imagine how us boys felt when suddely we were playing basketball one day then suddenlty learning the fox trot.

But it was cool. We learned it .. cause we had too. But for me, it was fun. Learning new steps and new sequences, listening to other kinds of music other than what I heard in the halls all day long. It was different, it was nice.

Suddenly I remembered; when I was learning the Jive, for some odd reason I was pulling off all the pulls and turns and twists; up until the teachers (plural since there was a guy teach for the boys and vice versa) noticed me and started talking amongst themselves. All I could recollect was " ... just check out how he turns .. "(and blah blah blah). Needless to say, I danced stiffer than a cock at your local Eagle.

I hate attention ... just let me be and don't judge me, lol.