"Courage On The Dance Floor"
It's no secret that I love dance offs. At any hint of conflict I urge whoever is involved to settle it with a dance off. Last night I witnessed one.Kiyomi and I decided to go to Danceatron at Cervantes. We knew from the last one that it would probably be lame but the people watching fantastic. And it was. Oh good god. It's amazing what passes for dancing and style these days. From the girl in croc's and a leatard to the fuax cowboy boot, baggy pleated shorts stereotypical homeschooled looking girl to the Sinade O'Conner wannabe, there was no shortage of people to point and laugh at. But one of the real highlights was infact the dance off that took place between the two "dance" troupes that were present. One was decked out in their finest camo with "Courage on the dance floor" written in what appeared to be silver letters on the back. The opposing side had an odd brown and pink 80's/urban outfitters/train wreck theme going for them. The all had bandanas, one wore hers on her head...but seemed to be a little mixed up by it, seeing as she wore the point in front. There were pink leggings and fingerless gloves galore, and not to be outdone by their camo counterparts, had "Private dance" written in silver on their backs. Going off this alone you can tell just how "hardcore" these kids were.
Anyway, the two sides start egging each other on and preparing the dance floor. Well the problem with a dance off between these two groups is neither of them can dance...but they all think they can. So they both start pulling out their best choreographed dance off moves, which include but are not limited to, Newsies moves (scouts honor, they pulled a Newsies move), attempted belly dancing, attempted break dancing, the running man (which they failed horribly at) and a human pyramid. What was funnier than the horrid dancing was the two other pairs that joined the dance off. All evening Kiyomi and I had been keeping close watch on these two girls who were dressed in gym shorts, pulled up sock, sports bras, tanks and for some reason had a towel hanging from their shorts. They had evidently taken 3 maybe 4 hip hop classes in their life and that made them the shit. Why? because they could do a break dance handstand...kind of. Wanting to show off their mad skills these two run onto the floor, join the circle and start rolling on the floor. Moves so bad ass that the rest of them would never even consider them to be dancing. After successfully stunning everyone the two stand back for the duration of the dance off.
By this point you are probably wondering, how do you end a dance off where no one can dance? Easy, you have two random guy dressed as characters from Winnie the Pooh who are also wearing war paint on their faces charge their way into the middle of the circle and upstage everyone with actual dancing. Thank you Tigger and Eyore for saving the day. Although I think the guy pretending to be a psycho ninja (complete with mask, imaginary sword and high kicks) could have probably taken out both troupes if he wanted.
posted by lulu @ 3:44 PM
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