Say Hello to My Shoe*

So I thought I could dance. I'll have to preface there was not a drop of alcohol in me. With that said...did you watch this week's So You Think You Can Dance? If no, uhm hmm, I don't know what to tell you. If you did - you saw the Argentina Tango. So did I, unfortunately. I watched in such awe and jealousy. When the routine was over, I was convinced I could do the same. I hit rewind and watched real slow. Do I sound like a nerd, yet? It gets better. The kicks and flounces were amazing, I'm sure I could do it. Heck, I took a semester of ballet. Seven years ago. But, I dance all the time. In my apartment. And I have never attempted a tango - much more an Argentina Tango. Here, we go. One, you need a partner to tango. The phrase, two to tango, didn't come out of thin air.

Normally this partner would be a person, preferably a man, I used my barstool. Wait. I wasn't doing the tango across my living room while dragging my barstool around. The barstool was a reference for my foot movements and kicks. The back of my barstool, which faced me, is at the least 5 feet high - maybe more, I'm sure it's more, now. I'm doing foot movements that are kick ass, I'm flaunting it and delicately flounces my way around the barstool. At this point, I am so awesome. I'm not lying - Nigel would love me. Then I think, I can do a kick above my partner's head. A beautiful swoop of the leg...first the right and it was awesome, graceful and flouncy - just as a tango kick should be. I was pretty amazed I could kick this and swoop my leg this high, so of course we had to do it again, with the left leg.

There is nothing graceful about the left side of my body. I'm right handed - we do better with the right. The left, not so much. I did hesitate and thought for a second before I high kicked my left leg over the barstool - honestly I did. The answer was, I'm awesome, I can do this. With all my force, left leg muscle, grace (ugh) and energy, I swooped with my leg over the stool. With all that force, muscle, grace and energy - my leg came down too soon, way too soon on top of the barstool. MotherF*cker! How I thought I could raise my left leg over five feet and across a couple of feet is beyond me, well I blame the right leg for showing off. There should be a disclaimer on the show: do not try at home with a wooden barstool or above bruising may occur.

And things have settled back again with Cowboy. After the longest g-chat conversation ever, he admitted that it was wrong for him to bring up the ex-marriage and that it had nothing to do with our futures or our wants. Word. The guy is awesome, I heart him but sheesh I never want to go through that again, ever. I hate sending out unedited emails to people. Really, I do. We both were honest and said what we had to say. That’s the thing with us, I never really have to guess at what he is really trying to tell me because he just says it - no hidden agenda or secret messages. We just need to work on his timing and tact.



The dinner the other night for all my hard working out skills I've been doing lately, minus the one to tango move, was this cupcake. Isn't she pretty? And she was so yum, too. My Central Market sells cupcakes on the cheap and they are the best tasting I've ever had. And that book is going to entertain me on the flight to Las Vegas tomorrow. Viva Las Vegas! I'm so excited, I can barely sit here at work. 3 days of gambling, eating, clubbing and shopping with two of the funniest girls I know. When I come back from that, did I tell y'all I'm going to NYC? YES, that New York City. I cannot effing wait. A week after that is my friend's bachelorette weekend up at Lake Tahoe.




*I heart these shoes.


CD Project: None, I car-pooled to work today. Nothing is wrong with my car except it takes the equivalent of a new blouse to fill it up. My friend suggested car pooling and I said, why not? I'm green at home, may as well be green in the HOV lane. We took her car, so I didn' think she'd be down with listening to old as heck jams on the way to work.