When I Grow up

This past weekend was a whirlwind trip filled with old friends that date back to the class of 2001. A good friend from high school tied the knot, which meant one fun and interesting wedding that moved to one our local bars. Do you ever see that group of girls who can't dance but somehow take over the dance floor and the DJ? They also probably annoy the rest of the bar?? Sound familiar. Well, that was me and my friends last Saturday downtown in our hometown. I clearly have white girl syndrome when it comes to dancing. I throw my hands up in the air, try and shake my hips without looking like I have turrets. I have no rhythm and I wouldn't be good on any types of poles. Back to my story though.

So, we monopolized what you would call the dancefloor. (This bar isn't W.6th. It's clearly not a bar that has a DJ, but it's something new they must be trying and probably won't try after last weekend.) We were the group of girls dominating all the popular songs right now - Rihanna (Disturbia), Lady Gaga (Just Dance) and Pussycat Dolls (When I grow up). For some odd reason at the wedding, I tried to get my friends to imitate the dance I saw earlier that week of the Pussycat Dolls on the Today Show.

Because really..if it doesn't happen on the Today Show, does it really even count?

So, my friends thought it was hilarious at the wedding and decided to request the song again for a repeat. As you will see in the 30-seconds that you will probably wish you got back, I can't dance and no one except my friend, Steph, decides to join in. But, hey, we entertained my friends.