Because I was tagged by Claudia and because I'm glad to be part of a blogger circle, I'll tell you a story. I'm warning you tho, it's not going to be very interesting because I'm not a dancer. But I'll tell you a story that involves dancing.
The Ex Boyfriend worked for the department of environment and natural resources. They were having a Christmas themed party. I'm trying to say it with a straight face but there's nothing that annoys me more than the thought of dressing up as a renaissance girl. Knights, Kings, Queens, renaissance is something absolutely unattractive to me.So, we had to lend costumes and wear these stupid things. The dress I wore was hideous, I swear, it was terrible. I also was kinda scared that these people would be boring, a bunch of bureaucrat and/officials but to my surprise 90% of them were funny, relaxed and not uptight at all.
Anyway, after dinner it was dancing time. I had brought with me a change of clothes (regular clothes and shoes) to dance. It's near impossible to dance wearing renaissance clothes. (IMO anyway) So I told The Ex Boyfriend that I was going to go change ( he wasn't so thrilled about it), and many people did the same, we danced, laughed and drank. His colleague thought I was funny and sweet.
That's kind of an uneventful dance story eh? Sorry, I can't dance, well, I love too but don't feel confident moving my body on a dance floor in front of people. I. Am. A. little. Weirdo.
I'm tagging:
Julia
Joy
April
Tout de Suite Buttercup
Vixen
Edited to add that you've got to tag 5 people with your story!
The Ex Boyfriend worked for the department of environment and natural resources. They were having a Christmas themed party. I'm trying to say it with a straight face but there's nothing that annoys me more than the thought of dressing up as a renaissance girl. Knights, Kings, Queens, renaissance is something absolutely unattractive to me.So, we had to lend costumes and wear these stupid things. The dress I wore was hideous, I swear, it was terrible. I also was kinda scared that these people would be boring, a bunch of bureaucrat and/officials but to my surprise 90% of them were funny, relaxed and not uptight at all.
Anyway, after dinner it was dancing time. I had brought with me a change of clothes (regular clothes and shoes) to dance. It's near impossible to dance wearing renaissance clothes. (IMO anyway) So I told The Ex Boyfriend that I was going to go change ( he wasn't so thrilled about it), and many people did the same, we danced, laughed and drank. His colleague thought I was funny and sweet.
That's kind of an uneventful dance story eh? Sorry, I can't dance, well, I love too but don't feel confident moving my body on a dance floor in front of people. I. Am. A. little. Weirdo.
I'm tagging:
Julia
Joy
April
Tout de Suite Buttercup
Vixen
Edited to add that you've got to tag 5 people with your story!