Do you ever get a dumb idea – like to go jogging one day when you haven’t done so since warm-ups for volleyball practice in high school – and then you discover all the muscles that have been atrophying and dying a slow-tissue death for over a decade – and then you wake up and find your entire body is screaming for tiger balm and a wheelchair?
Well that was what happened for me on Tuesday, and on Wednesday I walked as though I’d been riding a horse for a month, backwards, and someone had thumbtacks face up in my shoes. But luckily, our DJ Smalls put together one big mix that inspired even the tenderest chicken tenders to shake it as best they could.
Pretty sure I ended up looking like an ugly cat in a business suit doing a tramp hippy dance. Good thing there’s that no judgment rule in place.
And Yeah. You better click on that damn link. It’s amazing. (the step/grease combo is one of my faves). You know what else is amazing? Justin woah-my-lord Timberland doing Leonard Cohen and Jeff Buckley proud with his rendition of Hallelujah.
I can’t say I thought of Justin Timberlake much before hearing this cool-down song on DJ Small’s hugely danceable mix, but I’m pretty sure he was in my dream last night wearing this outfit:
Oh crap. I’m sorry to all you nice ladies who want to think of this young man in a slightly more pure state – and without a porn moustache. Like, wouldn’t it be nice if he could do something more tasteful, like fondle a calla lily with his shirt off before he could even grow facial hair?