Learning to dance like Michael Jackson is a hobby of mine.
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Learning to dance like Michael Jackson is a hobby of mine.
I laughed until I felt ill when I read that.
One thing: one day a friend came to me all upset because the club she worked at was having this fashion show and had no choreography to make it zing. She knew I taught dance at the time and so she asked me.I don't go to clubs and the thought was kind of wierd but I did the choreography and then had to find a bunch of dancers So I used the models and the guy bouncers. I got to love them dearly and we all became very close and one night the girls asked if I would go to the club with them to celebrate. I said sure but I don't drink and anyway.....I had my back to the stage and suddenly this raunchy music came on and a male stripper was on. I just looked the other way and then he was standing in front of me doing rather BAD choreography. He would't leave and kept smiling at me. So I said very seriously:does your mom know you do this?" People fell down laughing and he got embarrassed and quickly finished and I had a lovely rest of the evening. (he was a nice guy, really)
Your story reminds us how a person we know told us a story about another acquintance being asked to be a male stripper in some private party.
After a short argument the he ended it with: "Listen, lady, I am underage." The lady blushed and left quickly.
At the same time the person who told us the story had managed to get out of the shop, convulsing.
We wonder why we told this story.
Oh, Rachel, this made me laugh! :D I think if that ever happened to me I would just go in the bathroom and hide until it was over. I don't like the idea of strippers, especially male ones, for some reason. It just seems so strange; like someone can be attractive, but the second they start girating around on stage, it just turns into a horribly awkward farce, and is not attractive at all. I feel the same way about beauty pageants for children—it just seems so intuitively wrong. :confused: Maybe it's just me.Quote:
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no it is not just you. I think they are dreadful.But everyone of the dancers knew, I did not, that he was going to come on,I had never been to such a place. So they were all holding their breath waiting to see if I ran screaming out of the place. I felt like it, I wanted to faint, but I don't actually faint much. So I just took a deep breath and kept my eyes on his eyes and said that. I waited a respectable hour and then fled home.
I got teased for six months about that but oh well. blush blush blush blush!
HAhahahaha that is slightly entertaining. I didn;t know you taught dance ... my sister does too. I think that strippers are hilarious. I would have probably played along and just acted silly ... that is, until s/he actually began to strip down.
One thing: I qualifyed for the world's Irish Dance compatition by default.
what really, that is fabulous. I believe you can do anything who couldn't with a personality and a lovely face like you have dear Irish.
Aw thank yo so much rachel.
In my case with the compatition I was competing in the Canadian nationals and they seperate dancers by age, gender, and level. As a 17 year old (17 at the time) male there was only three people to compete against. One of those three pulled out at the last minute because of injury and it just so happens that the top three of any group go on to the worlds. I got last place, but I qualified. I didn't go though ... partially becase of lack of funds but moreso because i'm simply not read (Yet?).
One thing ... um ... can that tidbit of info be my one thing?
I once found a ruby necklace in the insides of a washing machine . . . .
As GOD is my WITNESS, when I was a little boy, I was in a lake trailing behind older cousins that were swimming way out into places out of my league. At some point I must have passed out and gone under the water. I suddenly found myself feeling like I had just awakened from a long sleep. I also suddenly realized I was walking about under water, too low to reach up and stick my hand above the surface. I could see light above me that was making an effect upon the outer face of the water above me. I walked in the direction that I hoped would lead out of the deep water - and, as I saw my face was coming nearer to the increasing light above me, I marvelled that I had not been holding my breath, but had breathed the same while under the water as I continued to do as my face rose above the surface of the water, without having to cough anything out of my respiratory system. I walked out and met up again with my grandmother just as my mother arrived and asked why no one seemed to have kept an eye on me.
Pretty interesting game!
Well for me, (just copying Miss Darcy alittle- there's not plagarism in that is there? ;)) My grand uncles (my paternal grandfather's cousins) represented Singapore in Football. I never knew this till lately.
The town I grew up in is the final resting place of noted author Sherwood Anderson. There are pictures of him taken on the main street of the town on the walls of the library.
Hey, that is exciting! :) I love his Winesburg, Ohio (the only Anderson book I have read, unfortunately). Is there a museum or anything like that dedicated to him in your town, Pen?Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
hi i am new but i will tell you some thing about me, i am two months immature and i have a twin, when i was 2 weeks old i dehydrated and had no water in me. i froze for a couple of days, the doctors told my parents that i will not live for more than 4 years and now i am 16, something else, ever since i was 6 or 7 till now i have fallin on my spinal cord, neck and the bone at the end of the spinal cord more than 5 times and recently my friend pulled the chair from under me before i sat down and until now i have pians.
Are we allowed to state more than "one thing"? :D
Signed,
Chatterbox. :lol: