I was watching some dude dancing in the street with his girl the other night when I was walking by. I thought it was a little embarrassing or weird to ask your girl for a dance when there was no music and a lot of pedestrian traffic. It was like they didn’t give a fuck about us and their overly happy world was one giant fucking dance floor, letting us all how much better their lives are than ours and not letting us forget that the whole world isn’t our dance floor, we have places to go that we don’t want to go and we’re not prancing our way there and we have people we have to go with who can barely fucking get out of bed, let alone dance. It was kinda like a skinny kid sitting on a bench outside the gym eating box of donuts next to a fat guy who just walked out of the gym because he doesn’t want a heart attack and is trying to make the right choices in life.
Either way, I don’t even know how to dance and if I did, I’d save it for broadway and international dancing success, maybe a role in Stomp the Yard 3 or Dirty Dancing – Gutter Slut Nights. I wouldn’t waste my talent on the street.
This is a video of some dude dancing on the street in NYC, he’s not the same guy I saw because I live in Montreal, but he’s fucking awesome and his dance doesn’t piss me off in a “I’m so in love” kinda way, it screams I do shit alone and I don’t give a fuck, that’s why I wear me some Jazzy Pants.