Get up and dance!

This is probably the best activity that I could ever possibly think of partaking in. It's awesome.

I'm not talking about choreographed, MTV, dance recital-type dance (all of those are cool, but it's not what I'm talking about.) I'm talking about going to parties, clubs, houses, cars, bed rooms, living rooms, basketball courts, mountains, WHEREVER, and dancing.

I'm totally over going to parties to watch a bunch of people play ping-pong games with their shirts off, trying to achieve an ungodly level of inebriation just because that's what their friends do. I'm just not into that.

What I am into is a full night of acting stupid and dancing at those parties.

After being one of the minds behind throwing an LA Club-esque party in Burlington a few weeks ago, I think people really saw that cutting loose on a dance floor is not only totally accessible (I think people thought that you couldn’t really go out dancing in Vermont) but incredibly fun! Not to mention, girls are waaay more attracted to a guy who can enjoy going dumb on a dance floor than a guy who can throw a ping-pong ball into a cup (no offense to you ping-pong throwers).

I just feel good after spending the night (and sometimes early morning) dancing with friends. I don’t really know why, if given the option of dancing or getting belligerently “saucy," you would chose the latter. So if you do happen to like fun, loud music, bright, flashing lights, and positive energy, holler at me and we’ll go dance! I can guarantee you will have fun.

Accidental Treasure Hunting

So, I woke up this morning and went looking for a pair of sunglasses that I’d lost mid-winter. I checked all my snow jackets and closets full of shred gear, but no luck! Then I went outside to my old, dead, mini van and opened her up.

Ten minutes later, I walked back to the house with a handful of quarters, two bandanas and a huge scarf, mismatched (and odd-numbered) cotton gloves, a pair of mittens that I’d also lost mid-winter, some chapstick, and an acceptance letter from the University of Redlands in Los Angeles.

I threw it all on the kitchen table and still can’t find any way to describe this mess. It was weird.

Oh, the glasses weren’t in there, either.