Things I Suck At (Part IV – A New Hope)
Police vs. Bee Gees – Roxanne Should Be Dancing
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I keep forgetting that Los Angeles has amazingly picturesque mountains, from which you can see both the scampering city lights and often undiscovered sunset colors as an evening closes.
The occasion last night was the wedding, and hilltop reception for two of my friends, Chris and Cindy who, now married, will start the exciting adventure of living and working in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, where Chris has started a toy company called Tegu (Check it out; the toys are seriously addicting, even for supposed “adults” like myself). I’m always enthralled to be able to attend weddings of close friends, and watch them begin a totally brand new journey in their lives.
According to my mathematics, it seems I’ve now been to (and oft participated in to some degree) between one and two dozen weddings of friends. The ceremonies have been miraculous, the reception dinners savory, and the toasts inspiring. However, the one part of most of the weddings that I continually find myself at a complete and utter loss at, is what immediately follows all of this in sheer brouhaha – the dancing.
Now, as someone who modestly considers himself decently musical in nature, one would think that mere rhythmic bodily shaking would be no laborious endeavor. However, as I have found throughout my 28 years of existence, any music in my ears, heart, and soul simply refuses manifest itself in any of my four major appendages (six, if you count hips). Oh, I can definitely keep time, feeling the beat in my chest; I can even hold a tune, predicting the chord changes as the melody soars and dives. Yet alas, the wedding reception dance floor proves itself once again to be one of the more awkward moments that (now) regularly occur in life.
Themocracy
:)