Night Life: All the single ladies
The Mall Diva, Tiger Lilly and MD's friend and singing-partner, Princess Flicker-Feather, are taking a hip-hop dance class once a week. I don't know what hip-hop dance involves but since Easter is coming up I thought they might be working up some special choreography. Nevertheless, when the Diva said Princess Flicker-Feather was coming over to practice I thought they were going to work on their expanding repertoire of music for the Open Mic Circuit.
I was down in the Man-Cave working on something edifying when thumping bass and stomping feet started pounding above my head. "I don't remember any of their songs sounding like that," I thought to myself. I shrugged it off and kept working ... until there was a loud crash. What in the name of This Old House is going on? I went upstairs, the beat getting louder each step, and swung into the living room ... where the the three femmes were lined up doing unison steps to Beyonce's "Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)". Apparently that's the song they are dancing to in class. They had the music up so loud the walls were dancing too, though not in perfect sync, which is why someone's hips had bumped into one of them, resulting in the noise that brought me upstairs.
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"Put a Ring On It" is an admirable sentiment, but "Put a Cork In It" was more my concern. Even though modestly attired, the vibrations from that much hip-swing and shimmy were enough to trip the always sensitive tracking system of every teenage boy in a two-mile radius. If even one pheromone got through the thick walls we were going to have a riot on our hands. Great. It was a cold night and I was going to have to spend it on the porch with a rifle and a harpoon.
I was down in the Man-Cave working on something edifying when thumping bass and stomping feet started pounding above my head. "I don't remember any of their songs sounding like that," I thought to myself. I shrugged it off and kept working ... until there was a loud crash. What in the name of This Old House is going on? I went upstairs, the beat getting louder each step, and swung into the living room ... where the the three femmes were lined up doing unison steps to Beyonce's "Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)". Apparently that's the song they are dancing to in class. They had the music up so loud the walls were dancing too, though not in perfect sync, which is why someone's hips had bumped into one of them, resulting in the noise that brought me upstairs.
Click for video.
"Put a Ring On It" is an admirable sentiment, but "Put a Cork In It" was more my concern. Even though modestly attired, the vibrations from that much hip-swing and shimmy were enough to trip the always sensitive tracking system of every teenage boy in a two-mile radius. If even one pheromone got through the thick walls we were going to have a riot on our hands. Great. It was a cold night and I was going to have to spend it on the porch with a rifle and a harpoon.