Come on, you've got 3 minutes.

Here's Weapon of Choice by Fatboy Slim. It's an oldie, but a goodie. I remember the first time I watched it, I wanted to steal Christopher Walken's moves. I still do.

Whomever is next to get hitched, if you play it at your wedding, I'll show you what I've learned so far.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=sMZwZiU0kKs

Enjoy! And Happy Saturday!

Jager

Glad I caught your attention. Well, it's 12:48 a.m. central standard time, and I just got back from shaking it with seven of my friends and I know "7" because I bought seven jager shots. We went to Al Amir, this Lebanese restaurant where you can eat a feast, break manna, share two bottles of wine. Then you choose between two dance floors. It's the type of restaurant that probably has several other dance floors hidden behind mirrors and caged dining booths. The tassels of the belly dancers probably deceive us from the things that go in and out of those doors.

So I was there tonight. . . with Zane, Jennifer, Kevin, Megan, Andrea, Craig, and welcome back veteran dancer Erika Huddleston! Who spent the majority of the last visit to Al Amir in the parking lot . . . talking to someone.

Hooray! We danced like fools. I dance like a fool. The belly dancer gave me her business card. Perhaps I can be writer by day, dancer by night, eh? As the wise Shakira once said:
My hips don't lie. Oh, non, non, non.

I must sleep now. Though ABBA's Dancing Queen is ringing in my head (as my theme song for the evening), I must depart to my sheets for z z zing.

Farewell. If you want to dance with me, just invite me to a club that has disco lights, mirrors, and plays random lebanese versions of Beyonce. Surreal.

i will post pix tomorrow --- Andrea took mooooocho of them!