boot scootin'
for maybe the second time in my life, other than the forced folk dancing haunting me from my middle school years, i went line dancing last night. normally this would be an activity i would turn my city-bred nose straight up into the air for, but it was a sort of forced cameo for a friend's birthday. i'm not used to being in a dancing establishment and not recognizing any of the music, so i made a contract with my friends that if any country song came on that i actually knew, i'd do a shot. i emphasize the country part, since the place was hopping with the 'Men in Black' will smith song when i approached the door, so i knew they occasionally played music that didn't have a fiddle as one of its main instruments. i manuevered through the entire night tackling quite a few milestones:
* i didn't get my toes smashed (i can now appreciate the use of boots, as opposed to flip flops, in places like the line dance floor).
* i didn't do any shots.
* i didn't have to smash anyone's head into a bar for being inappropriate, or a cowboy, or military, or any combination above.
good times were had by all, even to the point that i let my friend know that future suggestions of line-dancing activities may not evoke an automatic 'NO' from me. and that's saying a lot.
current mood: yee-haw, y'all.