What does it really mean to be a dancing queen?

dance–verb

1.

to move one's feet or body, or both, rhythmically in a pattern of steps, esp. to the accompaniment of music.

2.

to leap, skip, etc., as from excitement or emotion; move nimbly or quickly: to dance with joy.

3. to bob up and down...

After reading this definition do you really think its right to grind in a circular or vertical motion in the name of dance?! Clearly that junk does not even come close to meeting its definition. People, it is time to find the true purpose of the dance floor once again. If you are not 'moving nimbly,' you're NOT dancing.

Last night my friend Beth and I wanted to put the dancing back in dancing. I will admit, we were not moving exactly "rhythmically in a pattern of steps," but at least we were moving in many interesting directions. We went to show off our skills at Cadillac Ranch, a big ole dance floor with a stage (our rhythmic blurs could only be spotted on this stage). When moving as rapidly and unpredictably as we were, one should note never to leave I.D's, cash, or your favorite earrings in your cowboy boots. Throughout the night, in between our daring dance moves, under the pounding feet of the grinders in the beer flooded floor; Beth and I collected our lost essentials...except for my debit card and some cash (which was never retrieved). we didn't care. I felt like Cameron Diaz in Charlie's Angels when she is laughing and dancing really terribly on stage on Soul Train while everyone watched. Only when I looked out past the stage, no one was watching.

But there were some creepers peering intently from the backside of the stage watching the backside of the stage's inhabitants. These were the boys lacking any upper body strength, smooth moves, or any previous interactions with a live female. One-by-one, they began to circle around Beth and I, gaining confidence in numbers due to increased amounts of mixed drinks and recognizing we were actually repelling all the the alpha males in the room. Some of these boys were just awkward, some very over weight, some kind of smelly...but by the end of the night, we were all friends. We were the hotties that released the dance beast.

I think dancing is just another way for us to free ourselves.

When we loose our selves in all dignity and begin to stop caring what people think, three things happen: 1) we unite the awkward people 2) we get very judged by the lame asses who think they are better than us because they grind (one grinder pushed me when I asked her if she wanted to be our dance off) 3) and we build our individual confidence as we look like fools...eventually I started to think I looked cool (in my mind).

Def Leppard for a Cause

I sit on a handicap bike at the YMCA every other day. It gets tiring not moving. I think that bike feels the way a wild tiger feels being pent up in a cage at the zoo (for that reason-zoos are LAME).
I blast any song I can find on my iPod that will encourage me to pedal harder. Usually I can't finish a song, because its just not doing its job...unless its Def Leopard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me," which always seems to do the trick (but how many times can you repeat that one before its looses its vibrancy?..usually I'd say 3 times).

Anyways the other day, a noticed a man at the Y walking through with his cane and personal trainer. He is about 40, good looking guy, but his hands and feet are crippled. He could barely move. It must take him at least thirty minutes to walk from one end of the room to the other. And here I was trying to find a good song to get me peddling harder. I felt an immediate urge to help him. I can't say that's the case every time I see I see him, but that day it was. I thought if I could peddle for him to regain his strength back, I would. I would peddle harder than I ever have. Maybe I'd give up eventually, but at least I'd be more motivated then before, when I was trying to be self-motivating.

What if everyone in that gym, peddled, ran, and pushed for him? We would be ridiculously ripped beasts of people. We would be in incredible shape mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. We would come together as a team to fight for this man, to give him what he deserved, putting his cause before ours and in return we would all be blessed.

Nashville Facts

N-Not everyone moved here to "make it big"
A-A lot of bad drivers (way too many out-of-towners)
S-Suzy sat very near to Taylor Swift in a coffee shop...and I actually was way more gitty than I thought (she's so cute.)
H-half of the people I meet, ask me if I moved here to "make it big"
V-Very easy to find random jobs here
I-If you see a celebrity, act natural and almost annoyed (better to ere on this side than to be viewed as an annoying tourist who can't handle themselves like a true Nashvillian who knows how to always play it cool)
L-Lots of people "making it big" work in minimum wage jobs (maybe that's why everyone is nice to everyone)
L-Local coffee shops reign here
E-East Nashville (ghetto according to some) has the best vintage clothing stores


Tips to a female moving to a new city:
-Don't hand your card/number/email out to someone just because they give you theirs.
-Find community classes to attend
-Be confident while you eat alone...show everyone in that restaurant what a great time you are having with your hamburger!
-Be ready to have a very high cell phone bill (your friends from home may be who remind you why you are awesome for being independent after you are feeling low and questioning why you ever moved.)
-Join a gym and buy cute workout clothes that will make you want to show them off...therefore guiding your steps to the gym on a regular basis. NOTE: remember you are on display in that cute outfit...this will lead to an increased level of intensity on the treadmill
-Its okay to call girls back if they give you their number, but not guys.
-Try all the food recommendations you can (then you will be glad and very full...thus encouraging you to workout more)
-Make new friends fast by saying you just moved to the city (I always say, " I moved here two weeks ago". Using 'weeks' instead of 'months' makes you appear newer which means people will find you more interesting)

Making New Friends...can be very awkard...

Moved to Nashville, Tn last week...

Last night, I went to Chipotle. Because I was alone, I was exiled to the single’s bar. This bar (not the alcohol kind of bar) is where people who don’t have any friends sit at the window to watch their own reflection while they eat, giving the illusion they are sitting across from an old friend, very comforting. To my surprise, a guy came over and sat right next to me. He clearly could have sat elsewhere since the entire bar was deserted due to such a high influx of friends and families sharing community around the tables that night. I think he wanted to talk. But instead he stooped over his food, eating as quickly as possible to keep himself busy. Normally, I would say something, but I was vocally paralyzed when these repeated lyrics came blasting through the Chipotle speakers: “Just talk to me, come on and talk to me, just talk to me.” There we were, just sitting in our state of awkwardness, trying our best not to be caught looking at each other’s distorted reflections. You know, maybe this was all in my head. Maybe he didn’t even notice he sat next to me. Regardless, I couldn’t handle the situation so I left and went to go laugh in my car-alone.

After my fabulous date with my reflection, I went to Kroger. Truthfully, I just wanted some interaction with people, not food. Lonely people go the grocery store, and we can guarantee you we go through the live-being cashier line instead of the self-checkout. I was browsing the aisles for absolutely nothing when I over heard a very witty conversation on the topic of string cheese. I wanted to join in, so I casually asked if any of them happened to know where the green Tabasco sauce was located. Startled I interrupted them, and trying to conceal it they all made the puzzled thinking face and collectively pointed me off to another aisle at the other side of store…that was the end of that. Twenty minutes later I could not find the Tabasco green sauce, but I did mockingly find it on the tables of the next three restaurants I went in (it was not for sale).

$30 broker, with groceries that I had no use for (since I only eat out every meal in hopes to make friends), I was home again. I am taking Ukulele lessons, so I thought I’d practice. The problem is when I practice, my instrument needs constant tuning (not sure what that says about my playing). I attempted to tune, but by the end of my efforts I had managed to make my Ukulele sound like a Hawaiian with a bad cold. I went to bed.

I finally remembered my Apple password this morning, and downloaded the Pandora app on my iPhone. I feel much cooler now that I am being exposed to new music. It is important to know about bands that other people wouldn’t know of when living in Nashville. It makes you appear culturally versed and musically smarter than everyone else. It also looks good to own a pair of cowboy boots and designer skinny jeans.

Do you ever drive down the road and talk to your passenger seat as if your best friend was right there? I sure do-all the time! Well, I like to sing to my invisible friend, tell stories, funny jokes, and even give them a high-five once in a while. At this point I don’t care if you pass judgment, moving to Nashville, friendless, has been the humbling experience in many aspects. Either way, there is too much going on in my head not to share out-loud. Today I was talking to my friend/self in the car and I missed my exit to get to the church I was visiting. I strongly dislike Nashville roads. The interstates are crazy. I actually could see the church overlooking the interstate laughing at me...as I passed it twice. I thought about pulling off the interstate and rock climbing up the rocky hill to get to church. I ended up having church in a coffee shop where I knew there was at least a 65% guarantee of hot guys present. This normally sound statistic was a little inaccurate today, but that’s okay, because I did get some free coffee and Bible reading time. (Shout out to Hanson’s MmmBop for keeping it real on my iPod). I am looking for a church where I can get involved volunteering in the community. I don’t like typical church or trendy church. Just want something a bit less flashy and laid back, genuine and focused on Jesus. Diversity is nice too, not all whities (white people) would be ideal.

I am blogging again, because well for now it keeps me occupied (: