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Okay, so I might have grown out of it at about twelve, but I didn't. Every now and then I need to dance around the house like an excited kermit the frog to some piece of music that just happened to inspire me. It doesn't matter that it's not dance music, because it really can't be defined as dancing. I'm polite enough to do it in sock feet so the neighbors don't suffer acute cacophony.
There was one winter I was laid off from work and would meet my ex for lunch. She worked in one of the tall buildings downtown, so I'd wait in the glass lobby rather than try to hunt through cubeville. While standing there one day I noticed in the apartments across the street on about the third floor something that looked like someone having a seizure. After a little bit I realized it was be a preteen girl dancing her ass off. She had on those big clunky headphones that block out the entire world and she was dancing like she was possessed by a demon. Almost every time I came by for lunch I'd look up and there she would be dancing away oblivious to the world.
Definitely a kindred spirit. I remember the clunky headphones well. I got used to moving my head left to right rather than front to back because I kept losing the damn things. I also bought a 30 foot extension because I was tired of hitting the stereo in mid song. When you do that LP's skip like Lewiston kid with a car loan. Oh, for those who don't remember, round things about the size of a frizbee made out of fairly inflexible vinyl. They had two sides and a bunch of grooves. Let me get my walker off the dance floor.
There was one winter I was laid off from work and would meet my ex for lunch. She worked in one of the tall buildings downtown, so I'd wait in the glass lobby rather than try to hunt through cubeville. While standing there one day I noticed in the apartments across the street on about the third floor something that looked like someone having a seizure. After a little bit I realized it was be a preteen girl dancing her ass off. She had on those big clunky headphones that block out the entire world and she was dancing like she was possessed by a demon. Almost every time I came by for lunch I'd look up and there she would be dancing away oblivious to the world.
Definitely a kindred spirit. I remember the clunky headphones well. I got used to moving my head left to right rather than front to back because I kept losing the damn things. I also bought a 30 foot extension because I was tired of hitting the stereo in mid song. When you do that LP's skip like Lewiston kid with a car loan. Oh, for those who don't remember, round things about the size of a frizbee made out of fairly inflexible vinyl. They had two sides and a bunch of grooves. Let me get my walker off the dance floor.
