In forty-five minutes I meet Adam, his friends (Brian, Doug, Paul), Chris and Phillip to go out to this club. They are expecting me to dance. I’m not quite sure whether I will or not.
Adam and his friends, and one day we were joined by Phillip, have spent the last three days trying to teach me how to dance. Brian said there is a natural rhythm about me, I just have to let loose a bit. I can’t let loose because I just don’t feel like moving my body like that. But for about an hour a day, we have hung out in Adam’s basement and danced. I will have to write a post about that. I even took a shot of tequila in hopes that maybe I would loosen up one night. To no avail. I still remained self-conscious and barely put a dent in my dancing shoes.
My friends are excited that I may cut a groove. I’m a bit terrified that I will be carried out onto the floor (Brian is a big big guy–over six foot and has already proven he can pick me up over his head) by Brian. He has already jokingly threatened to to so if I don’t go willingly. I know they won’t make a spectacle or make me do anything I don’t want to do. However, I feel like since they put three days in to show me some moves, I owe it to them to shake my butt a little.
Either way I know I’ll have fun. These are a great bunch of guys. I’m getting a little excited about going now.
Have a great rest of the weekend!