Sunday, August 21, 2011

Uh oh.

So the other night before I joined some peers at Blues dancing, I was strolling through the Rite Aid next door and I accidentally shoplifted. 

...oops! 

Behold the fruit of my unintentional labors: 


Why yes, it just so happens that Chapstick Shimmer Ultra: Sparkling Citrus is indeed my kind of chapstick, thanks very much. I had my messenger bag with me (COUGHPURSECOUGH) and I guess as I was turning around in an aisle, the gap between the flap that closes my bag and the bag itself must have caught this item. It was funny actually because I left Rite Aid and walked to where Blues was being held and I passed a friend when the aforementioned pilfered good fell onto the ground. 

My friend picked it up and he asked me, curiosity laced in his words as he examined the item, "Hey did you...drop this?" 
I take a look. "Uh, nope. It's not exactly my flavor." 
"Well no one else is near us and I'm pretty sure I saw this fall out of your bag."
"...oh shit. I think I just accidentally shoplifted." 

Annnnd yeah, that's about it. Le gasp, I'm a criminal. But just think, if the Chapstick fell out of my bag as I was leaving Rite Aid, THAT would've been bad. Eh heh. 


Anyways about Blues Dancing. Holy damn. This is one smoldering, sexy dance. I believe it falls under the Swing style. I'd have to say this dance is pretty much based upon your abilities as a lead (me.) to improv, probably around 85% improv. Yikes. It's really all about hearing and feeling the music being played, and moving to it. Granted, just about all dancing requires that, but Blues dancing, at least for social dancing, really depends on it. And me, well my improv skills are not amazing to begin with, so it's just a liiiiittle intimidating when I was watching all these other people from the Swing scene in Athens slidin' and swayin' to some Blues. And plus it requires you to be pretty comfortable with being close to your partner. And when I say close, I mean chest-to-chest close. Ehh, not quite me. Yet. (Yet?) 



Also I'm beginning to question my motives for being in BPG. Makes me wonder. 



Lastly, this song. The past few days, this has been mine. It's been an amalgam of so many things going on in my head. 

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