Dancing Queen

My friends Jay and Whitney, and some other girl went to this dance club in Des Moines last night. I declined the offer to go. Whitney really wanted me to go though and in trying to persuade me to go, she told me that we could try to find some alcohol and then drink before we went. Well, that's because I become a little drunk dancing queen when I've had a few. But still, I declined. Jay, Whitney, and the other girl are what I deem as "serious dancers" and I would just feel as though I'd get in their way if I were to go. Dancing is hard for me. I mean, it is fun and quite enjoyable, but the only times that I can dance are either when I'm a wee bit intoxicated or by myself in my room. There's a certain level of confidence or some sort of "non-caring" attitude that you need to have to be able to dance in front of people. I lack both. Last August, I did take a trip down to the dancing club though. I went with Jay and then my friend Jenell. The thing about Jenell, she's a little different and is always trying to do strange things and she's always pushing me to do these things with her (Like picking up a hitchiker and driving him 200 miles away from where we live and sleeping in her van in a Hy-vee parking lot....I'll explain another time, in another blog entry. If you want.) Jenell had to leave for college soon and wanted some sort of ending to our summer. So, she thought it'd be fun to have Jay take us dancing. I was kind of wary of the idea, just because it did involve dancing. When we got there and first started dancing, it was very ackward. It took me soooo long to get into it, but I finally did and was soon getting my "groove thang" on. Jenell didn't take the dancing seriously at all and her goal for the night was to be the weird girl at the club. I feel she succeeded. Her hair was up in this really high pony tail and every now and then, she'd just start spinning her hair around, whipping people around her with it. (Kind of like Romy in Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion. Did I spell her name right??) I had told Jay before: "Protect me." I made sure he was always with me while I danced for I didn't want any horny high school boys to come rub their itchy groins against me in some sort of fashion that they called: Dancing. Yeah, I was actually kind of disgusted when watching some people dance. These guys would lean back and sway a little as these girls just rubbed themselves against their groin. Other than that, it was kind of fun. Like I said before, I got my "groove" on and was shakin' my ass and moving my hips. My friends complimented me, saying they didn't think I could dance like that. Oh yes...I AM the dancing Queen. But I think from now on I'll stick to just dancing by myself in my bedroom.