Work has been wicked busy this last week, and I don't for see a let up before I fly back to Wisconsin on Thursday. Yes, I'm going back to the mother land, to the dairy land. I'm looking forward to it, especially my cousin's wedding--or, more truthfully, the reception. I plan to dance the night away, including the Chicken Dance and the requisite polka (hey, it's the state dance, after all).
Speaking of the Chicken Dance, did you know it's universal? Oh yes, ask anyone you meet, from any country. Now, they might not call it the Chicken Dance, but if you show him/her the moves, his/her face will light up with recognition. This has been proven countless times by me personally, most notebly one night in Paris hanging out with a bunch of backpackers at the Eiffel Tower. From Australia to Egypt to Canada, everyone knows the Chicken Dance.
A more recent example took place just last week. I was at Margaritas in Waltham with Jon, telling him about the Chicken Dance phenomenon (this was before his friend's wedding, so wedding dances was a perfectly sane topic of conversation) and I did a little mini-dance in my chair. This woman walking by saw me and asked, "Were you just doing the Chicken Dance? I'm getting married next week and we're certainly doing the Dance. My finace and I are also practicing the Napoleon Dynomite dance."
So there you have it. World peace can be achieved if we all just came together and clucked the night away.
In other news: the LED Scrolling belt buckle. Is this (http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=33630&u=136621&m=5108&urllink=&afftrack=) for real?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
I don't know how you live with yourself. You hurt my feelings so. I want to slow-dance with you in an innocent display of mutual affection and admiration. Instead, you ignore me and talk about the Chicken Dance.
Hey, I thought I saw you on the Tri-State Tollway today. It was a blue Jetta w/ bike attached to the back w/ Mass tags (not that I have any idea what you drive). When I first saw it, I was passing too fast to figure out whether it was you or not. I did catch enough of a glimpse to arrouse my suspicion.
So after getting stuck in the wrong lane, the car passed me again. So then I decided it'd probably be good to weave through traffic at like 90 in a down-pour trying to figure out whether it was you or not. I didn't catch up though.
Well, now I have a bunch of bruises on my shoulder and I'm have slightly worse hearing from my girlfriend screaming and punching me. But you better watch out, there's some lady wandering around Chicagoland pretending she's you.
Are you sure you are ready to come back to the dairy land? The weather was wonderful this past weekend.
I can't believe that you are going to do the chicken dance without me. After all these years, well mabye just 10 (oh my gosh, are we really that old??!?).
I hope you have a blast at the wedding! Can't wait to see pictures and hear all about it.
See you soon and have a great flight. Hey, let me know if you want to get together earlier or if you are going to be stopping by for a visit.
Post a Comment