Bathroom Psychology

I found this gem of a video in google videos - great site to go to if you're really bored.. So anyway, this is really funny so please take the time to watch it. And no, there isn't any (total) nudity..

Epiphany

My friend had decided to celebrate her birthday at Hard Rock Cafe. I was as you can imagine apprehensive to say the least. There would be dancing.. of that I had no doubt whatsoever.

I went there prepared with various excuses that I would use whenever someone insisted I must dance. Needless to say I promptly forgot them the minute somebody grabbed my arm. So I turned into a babbling idiot mumbling something about not dancing, leg hurting (I was wearing my 3-inch heels you see) etc. and would go back to my seat and nurse my drink (the bartender couldn't make me a strawberry daiquiri so he made his version of it.. and it was awesome!).

After my third drink, I somehow found myself on the dancefloor (again), only this time I couldn't remember why on earth I wanted to go back to my seat. So I danced. And danced. And danced. Then I had to stop to visit the loo. Then I came back and danced some more. And some more. You get the idea.

So I guess I stand corrected. Dancing is fun. Coz when I think back to that night, I know I had fun. But I also know I must have looked like a right jackass with a whole bunch of left feet in the process.

Well, thats all the dancing I'll be doing folks.. until the next round of strawberry daiquiri wannabes.. or something like that ;)