bad dancing party
first, all credit must be given to holly, the queen of the bad dance.
i think we all have the capability to dance. it is our fear of approval or lack of self-confidence that keeps us to the edge of the dance floor. if given a choice, i prefer to watch. i have little inherent rhythm and am jealous of the natural moves of steph, nikki, and ashley. it is only after i have relaxed enough or am in the company of others who will not allow me to sit, will i enter the floor in a public place. almost always is a good time had once i give into the musical urges.
i do, however, not think twice about participating in a bad dancing party, nicknamed by the little sister as "bdp." more than likely, bdps occur at the most random of times, with someone you can be yourself with, and rarely in a public place. maybe you've never heard of such a thing or didn't know it had a name or thought you were alone in this activity.
in our dorm room, holly and i began this practice. we were seniors who had purposely moved into a floor with all freshman. perhaps their age had rubbed off on us or perhaps we'll never act ours. whether it was stress induced, a climax to our silliness, or simply because we're avoiding things we should be doing, we let it all go with our bad dancing moves. one single, monumental show was given as the girls, [bethany, holly and i] united for a VA/NC trip last summer. as we prepared a grilled feast, we let it all go with kelly clarkson's since you've been gone. [note to holls & bethy: i was extremely tempted to include the video, but restrained. thank me later!]
bdps have been frequent with my littlest sister this year. we haven't lived together for five years so we're bonding again. a pdp playlist on my iTunes player has been evolving so when the spontaneous moment appears, we are prepared. we have even invented a few special moves of our own "the crow," the one where we go in a circle, and "tatonka." i am sure this is only the beginning. over christmas break, we entered amy into our group and eric laughed at us from the crack in the door. next time we'll make him join us.
i write this not to embarrass myself, for little could, but rather to share the silliness, joy, and freedom which can be found in a bdp. whether you've had a tough week, a deadline looms over your head, or you just need a break, take a moment to dance...and dance bad. [included is our favorite bad dance party song to get you started]
for some of you, this is a difficult first step to take, so to you, i offer you an alternative. take the other half of your life in your arms and slow dance in the living room. i promise you, she doesn't want two dozen roses or a box of ghirardelli chocolates. you don't need to spend $100 on dinner or buy her fancy jewelry. she just wants to be held in your undivided attention.
[also included is my favorite slow-dance-in-the-living-room song]
i think we all have the capability to dance. it is our fear of approval or lack of self-confidence that keeps us to the edge of the dance floor. if given a choice, i prefer to watch. i have little inherent rhythm and am jealous of the natural moves of steph, nikki, and ashley. it is only after i have relaxed enough or am in the company of others who will not allow me to sit, will i enter the floor in a public place. almost always is a good time had once i give into the musical urges.
i do, however, not think twice about participating in a bad dancing party, nicknamed by the little sister as "bdp." more than likely, bdps occur at the most random of times, with someone you can be yourself with, and rarely in a public place. maybe you've never heard of such a thing or didn't know it had a name or thought you were alone in this activity.
in our dorm room, holly and i began this practice. we were seniors who had purposely moved into a floor with all freshman. perhaps their age had rubbed off on us or perhaps we'll never act ours. whether it was stress induced, a climax to our silliness, or simply because we're avoiding things we should be doing, we let it all go with our bad dancing moves. one single, monumental show was given as the girls, [bethany, holly and i] united for a VA/NC trip last summer. as we prepared a grilled feast, we let it all go with kelly clarkson's since you've been gone. [note to holls & bethy: i was extremely tempted to include the video, but restrained. thank me later!]
bdps have been frequent with my littlest sister this year. we haven't lived together for five years so we're bonding again. a pdp playlist on my iTunes player has been evolving so when the spontaneous moment appears, we are prepared. we have even invented a few special moves of our own "the crow," the one where we go in a circle, and "tatonka." i am sure this is only the beginning. over christmas break, we entered amy into our group and eric laughed at us from the crack in the door. next time we'll make him join us.
i write this not to embarrass myself, for little could, but rather to share the silliness, joy, and freedom which can be found in a bdp. whether you've had a tough week, a deadline looms over your head, or you just need a break, take a moment to dance...and dance bad. [included is our favorite bad dance party song to get you started]
for some of you, this is a difficult first step to take, so to you, i offer you an alternative. take the other half of your life in your arms and slow dance in the living room. i promise you, she doesn't want two dozen roses or a box of ghirardelli chocolates. you don't need to spend $100 on dinner or buy her fancy jewelry. she just wants to be held in your undivided attention.
[also included is my favorite slow-dance-in-the-living-room song]
posted by jill m at 12:40 PM
5 Comments:
you and your sister are...brilliant.
i'll join you in a bdp sometime. :)
miss you, lady.
Hey I used to have bdp's with Amanda all the time in our dorm room! We preferred Jesus Is Just Alright by DC Talk. Now that I think about it it was mostly just me dancing (badly) and Amanda laughing at me.
hehe...bad day. oh how i miss you jill *doing a bdp in your honor*
so this is megan...i am excited that we both have this...i can now see what you have to say..and bad dancing is fun..except that I can't bad dance
i think i was born to truly bust moves in amazing bdp fashion. with awe struck eyes and opened mouths people watch. unfortunately i haven't figured out how to keep this from happening in public (much to my husband's dismay). cheers to the bdp in the sornson home!
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