Dancing Queen

Last night Kristi came up from Tampa. Her, E and I were all friends in college. We have grown apart from each other, but she came up for a visit. We went out dancing and on the dance floor I was out for a good time with the girls. Kristi and E thought I was rocking it more than usual due to pole classes, but I was just being my usual keep-away-from-me-while-I-get-down-at-the-frat-party self. Well, evidently I was doing better because this skinny guy with dreds behind me tapped his friends on the shoulders, pointed at me and said "Check this chick. She can move!"

A few songs later I was resting on the edge of the dance floor against a short wall when this guy approached me. He had been hip-hop/popping with his friends and had some good moves. However, when he came up to me, he grabbed onto the rail behind me and had a knee on each side of my legs, "trapping" me against the wall. It wasn't gross or anything, but I didn't know what to do as this guy started popping and bumping with me pinned to the wall. The only arsenal I had all night was the chest bump I learned in bellydancing. (That move where it looks like your chest is the only thing moving up and down.) So I broke out the chest pop and he backed up. Then we danced a little longer. Somehow I ended up in the middle of the group of guys he was dancing with, but E and Kristi assure me that I held my own. Not so sure that is true, but it was fun!