I’ve kinda been toying with this idea for a while now. Since the images section seems to get more traffic in general I finally decided to follow through. Granted, I think most of you enjoy laughing at my “Mullettastic (tm)” family photos. But I think the captions will suffice for them (that is, when I get around to actually adding captions).
Today we begin with “Lil’ Boy Blue.”
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Too busy to spend as much time as I’d like writing the things on my mind.
So I give you this: Bowling for Soup - 1985.
(If you know me, you know why I love this song.)
So, here’s the sober followup to last night’s post. I cannot do the latin dances, atleast, not well enough that I can convincingly say “I can dance the Salsa/Merengue/Lambada/etc…” I know how to dance. That’s pretty well established. I was a BIG TIME into the “swing resurgence” back in the later 90’s/early 00’s and still have a few of those tricks in my bag. I also spent a few years in a dance company. The dance floor is not foreign territory for me.
Except, for Latin dances.
Apparently, me + guinness (alot) = Salsa Dancing.
No idea how that works. I’ll think about it when I sober up…
Lines in my head that will either become a sketch or a poem. Ask me after August 2nd.
“I look in the mirror but
you’re no longer there.
In front of me.
My hands on your hips.
Guiding.”
Alright…back to writing literary critiques…