Dancing Machine…

I think I broke my ass again this weekend. Three days of Art and Soul Festival in Downtown Oakland wasn’t nearly long enough, but I’m trying to recuperate. It’s funny how the body changes over time. I used to be able to pull off only 3 hours of sleep. How come that doesn’t work any more? *Sigh* In any event, the dance stage at Art & Soul felt like a big ass family reunion. At the end of each day, they invited folks to come up front and on the stage to dance. You had old people, young people, all shapes and sizes coming together to dance. This one guy that I danced with every day could dance his ass off… my Godddd! That’s hotness. Next time I’ll remember to get a name and a number… I’m such a dork. Something’s just so hot about a guy that can dance. Not for the obvious pervo thought that automatically surfs through your head – then again maybe so – but the fact that they take the time and energy to shape what they are passionate about is pretty sweet. Last night there was a cute guy that took my dance class – which is a rarity in itself, let alone the guy had rhythm – mad impressive! Too bad he’s leaving the country at the end of the week and was only here for vacation. *Sigh*
Today has been slow… I’m in total food coma and it’s amazing I can write… maybe blasting the 50 “Outta Control” (Remix) will wake me up as I snail across the bridge to school.
For a more colorful version of this mini update, check out my friend JB’s site… He has issues =P