So, Jonno and I were walking down West 23rd Street in New York, very near the corner of 9th Avenue. It was a pretty day–not particularly sunny, but not cloudy either, nice temp–and I’m not sure what possessed me (the weather? too much coffee?), but I suddenly took Jonno in my arms and started waltzing across the sidewalk. It was a cute, loving gesture, but Jonno would have nothing of it and pushed me away. I don’t think his rejection had anything to do with a fear of dancing like a maniac in public–those of you who remember Jonno’s Girlina-inspired flashdanceathon at Voodoo on Decadence Sunday know he ain’t afraid of cuttin’ up. He probably just didn’t like the song I was singing in his ear as we danced: it was the Musak version of “Physical,” taken straight from a current Ameritrade commercial.
As punishment for my bad choice of music, the next thing I knew Jonno and I found ourselves in a small backyard in New Orleans doing aerobics in our street clothes with a large group of strangers. The group was being led by an ex of mine who never really struck me as the aerobics instructor type, but I guess you never can tell these days. The tunes were much better than in the previous segment: we were sweating to Bio’s high-tech theme song from Bust-a-Groove. The scene was still a little strange, though, ’cause the song was being played live by the Treme Brass Band. Nevertheless, I was doin’ pretty good keeping up with everybody, but I was dancing very close to a window-unit air conditioner and was in continual danger of jumping up too high and giving myself a concussion.
I guess consuming large quantities of nearly raw meat before bedtime isn’t a very good idea.
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