In which the blogger, 44 hours after setting off for home, at last makes it to Indianapolis
And here, dear reader, is your reward for so patiently awaiting my return, for so diligently responding to my frequent and melancholy text messages, for so consistently following along on my Chennai chronicles...just for being my friend.
And I totally planned that coolness at the 1:58 mark. (Not. But isn't it awesome?!)
UPDATE: Despite the triple-dog dare, Sarah didn't think I would do it. Do not abuse the triple-dog dare, my friends.
RHB
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1:58 would have been cooler if it went all Final Destination in the upper left corner and you caught it on video. You'd be rich AND freaky AND totally viral-video. Especially if you kept on dancing after the explosion.
Anyways, this is definitely "freaky," and "viral-video" might still happen off this, but pretty sure "rich" is not in the cards.
That was hilarious! (However, it would have been just a little bit better if it had been the IF dance...maybe next time...)
JL
Best. Blog. EVER!
Seesly, if you nearly got arrested for dancing in BFminnEsota, what in the hell made you think that you, a very white man, would not be instantaneously beheaded for publicly busting 3:45 worth of moves in Qua-f'ing-tar?
You sir, lead a charmed life, 44-hour trip notwithstanding.
You came to dance...bitch!
I wish you could have seen the look on the guy's face that walked past me at the 2:20 mark. He was a maintenance guy/custodian, ostensibly walking over to help his co-worker empty the trash just off to the left (although I think he just wanted to get a close-up taste of Dance Freedom). But as he walked by and I kept dancing, he smiled and I nodded and he started giggling.
And behind the camera, there were three flight attendants and a gate agent watching from the actual gate counter. I kept watching to see if they were going to call security or whatever, but all they did was watch and smile.
That's the power of dance, my friends. That's the power of dance.
HA HA HA. I was hoping the custodian guy would get his groove on. Ahh well. You have my respect now. I didn't think you would actually do it.
I knew you were the guy in the gum commercial who strips through security.
Misty, it was just....it's so...it's just so....SPECTACULAR.
Now I'm trying to figure out how to get your ass on You Tube and my blog.
Simply Fabulous!
I'm so disappointed that I didn't see the leg-grab-lawn-sprinkler combo move that I saw in about every picture of you at our wedding! Good work though!!!
JJ
On my screen your face is in the shadow, so it can't be seen and your khaki's look like camo at times. Except for the fact that I know you, my friend, I wouldn't have believed this was you. This was great fun and just the ending I needed to my day. I can sleep peacefully now! See you next week!
that may be the best video I have ever seen - I love it!
-reg
Hot damn very good
ever think of belly dancing?
Haha, hadn't ever thought of that. Do boys belly dance? I mean, I've certainly got the "belly" part down...
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