Where I Became the Dance Commander
by kelly
a while ago
E. Franklin St. Naperville, IL
Description:
11/26/05-- Jen's birthday party. I was upset about something, you know, probably like heart-break! because I am just that mature. So, instead of handling things like an adult, I decided to the best plan would be to, you know, drink my feelings.
Which probably wouldn't have been so bad had I just sat in the corner chatting with whomever stopped by, like I usually do as the good and proper drunk I normally am.
But no. No, that night.
Instead, that night I decided to turn up the music and become the self-appointed Dance Commander.
That's right! Achtung! Achtung! Ich bin der Dance Commander! Ihr Dance Commander ist hier! You must dance!
Nothing worse than a self-appointed drunk-ass Dance Commander ordering party guests to get up and dance! Look! We're dancing! Isn't it fun?! save for maybe a self-appointed drunk-ass Dance Commander who thinks she's being a fantastically SEXY Dance Commander so you! must! dance! Sexy! Dance!
Thankfully, we never speak of this (much).
Tags:
dance
,
music
,
bar
,
restaurant
,
drinking
,
dumb
,
drunk
,
commander
,
dance music
,
mistakes
,
cheap beer