dear diana, how do i ‘kill it’ on the dance floor?
funny you ask. amber and i had that same question too not too long ago.
luckily we were gently guided by a master. i like to think that i can be helpful from time to time, so we’re going to play a game together, ok? i’m going to write a letter to myself and then we’ll pretend that i’m a wisened advice-columnist who is generous with her knowledge of how to “get down.”:
dear diana,
i have a problem that i was really hoping you could help me with. you seem like a prime candidate as far as “people who know how to ‘move it like they mean it’ on a non-dance-floor where everyone else is annoyed by your obnoxious behavior, on a monday night.” if i am correct in my assumption, how does one go about doing such a thing?
also, i was hoping you might be able to point me in the right direction as far as “awesome dancewear.” you know – like, for when i get really good at my moves and want to take them public?
thanks in advance,
-stumped
well “stumped,” today lady-luck is winking in your general direction. recently amber and i were at a location almost exactly like the one you described, when suddenly the most fantastic song ever came on the jukebox. i can’t remember what it was.
we felt so moved by the moment – and were still riding the emotional high of our dance lesson from noah – that we decided to attempt to re-create his glorious moves. luckily it was caught on film. and luckily for you, after said dance lesson, we are now actually qualified groove-instructors. observe the correct way to look awesome on the dance floor.
