So yeah, last night I went to Jenn's dad's 50th birthday party. It was ok... not what I'd have called a blast, but it wasn't bad.
They did some roasts to him, which were, for the most part, pretty funny except for this one lady who really wasn't and even had props with her... but they kinda made it worse.
Anyways, of course there was dancing. Wonderful... My father actually threatened to pick me up and carry me onto the dance floor if I wouldn't dance with him. So I thought to myself "Which is worse, one dance and slip away from the floor quietly or being dragged kicking and screaming onto the floor and attracting everyone's attention?" I said fine, so I got up and danced with my father. Awww
Yeah, put it this way, I had to dance for more songs than I was allowed to sit out for. I also made a few discoveries. One: both my parents are good dancers (so there may be hope for me yet), two: I'm actually pretty good at waltsing (which was a surprise to say the least) and three: almost all of the dancing from...whatever era it was, is exactly the same steps, just to different beats. Whoa... who knew? lol
I thought it was funny when Jen told me that I'd probably be a lot better of a dancer once I got a few drinks into me. Sad thing is, she's probably right. It's my being shy-ness that makes me kinda clamp up. Oh well, I'm sure we'll find out sooner or later if what she said is right xd
Ciao for now
~Godi
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