Apparently the other night I lost a dance-off in front of about 60 people. I say apparently because I was blacked out drunk and had to be told this the next mornign by my friends who said it was nothing short of hysterical. I can't dance for shit, total white boy. I had no business being in a dance-off. I guess there was this kid dancing in front of the jukebox like a total rave-rat (pretending he had glowsticks and all) so i started mocking him behind his back. This is when my friend steve says "dude you should totally challenge him." so i jumped in front of his face and started dancing pants. this when the entire bar turns around and forms a circle around us. then i guess i stood there with giving him the "what's up now" hand motion. he then proceeds to annihilate my previous moves, serving me worse than i've ever been served before. i froze like eminem in 8 mile. the whole bar hissed in disappointment. i really need to learn some moves bad.
"before people start shitting on this story, there was nothing remotely serious about this dance confrontation. i wasn't out looking to dance at all (i was blacked out drunk"