Dance With Your Pants Off
hot, sweaty days of summer in the south means you have two options: swimming the day away or just reveling in the hot mess that one becomes doing anything more that eating popsicles in front a fan going at full tilt. while i’ve been fully enjoying long afternoons half submerged in this swimming hole or that, i’m also a bit worried that looking like a prune is not really going to be in fashion this fall.
so i’ve been reveling in the hot sweaty mess with my all time favorite activity: bedroom dancing. which is not as scandalous as it sounds and typically involves clothing. typically. (do hot pants qualify?)
the best part is that it’s zero to hero in less than five seconds. booty shorts and some bass, a Beyonce record and all of the sudden i’m fabulous. i’m an international touring super star with thee most crunk moves ever and no other worries beyond what color extensions go best with my newly bedazzled daisy dukes. and it’s way better than having an actual audience because i can just imagine the whole crowd is just roaring for an encore… and sarah silverman is totally my groupie. (okay, maybe that last part is specific to me)
my pick of the week has been Maya’s “Free” which is best enjoyed singing along full voice and lots of sassy over the shoulder looks. it’s a good 20 minutes of forgetting what a hot mess life can be sometimes — my own DIY version of “moving meditation” wherein i don’t have any debt, a mending heart, work to do, or even have to take my dog outside (internationally known pop stars definitely have dog walkers).
as maya says “carefree. single, sexy and free.”
i’m certain i’ve shocked my 80-yr neighbor whose room has a view directly into my bedroom… or maybe i’ve just impressed her with all of my fly moves.
-R
3 years ago • Notes