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This video is dedicated to Jerrell, who caught me dancing in his hallway at 4am in Cambridge, MA last month. Now that time I was embarrassed. To say I was stunned and frozen in severe discomfort at seeing him staring right at me is a serious understatement. I'm finally over it, I think. What happened that memorable night was I was restless, still on west coast time and headed to the bathroom to take my nightly shower. I didn't want to wake Jerrell (it was 4am) and turning on the water would surely do so, being such a loud faucet and next to his bedroom. So I danced with my dilemma, trying to decide what to do in the hallway for at least 3 songs. And then, uh oh. There he was all of a sudden. Yikes! Afterward, it stayed with me as one of those "moments" that won't go away, not for a second. I'm in the shower answering myself, I'm talking in circles in front of the mirror playing the scene in my mind over and over. "Ahhh, damn, damn, damn!" "You didn't just do that..." "I can't believe he saw you!" "You were dancing like a stripper." "Why'd you have to do that bottom drop right before you got caught?!" "Why?! " It's been a month and I feel okay now. A month, though.
Now back to the present. If you look on my geeks profile where it asks What do you do to entertain yourself? I have "dancing in front of the mirror" as my answer. You'll have to highlight the blank window in order to read it, because I'm a secretive booty shaker and I tried to hide it. But hey - not anymore, right?
Earbuds on, ipod in hand, this uh, dancing when nobody is watching is a daily ritual of mine. I do it whenever music is playing and nobody is around to see me. I do it so much apparently, I was easily recorded by my brother, Garret - who said he was going to catch me and record it one day. And that he did, the sucka thought he was so cool messing with my iMac thinking he could read me - predict me... and so, yeah he got me. But me being me, I'm going to show it off as a way of saying Hah! I don't care. Seriously, I don' t care that I'm in pajamas. I don't care that I look like yesterday's car wreck. I'm just glad I didn't trip over my own feet (it has happened). If you listen closely at the end, you can hear me typing away until I see the window with the webcam on- then you just hear me breathing heavily and then it's lights out. I'll get Garret back when he least expects it, trust me.
The Scene: Garret starts playing an old skool jam, clicks live stream and starts recording, knowing full well I'd dance my way over there. He gets me "there" by asking me to check if the phone in the garage is off it's hook. And the rest, as you'll see, is exactly what happens whenever the jams start playing. (I turn the lights on after a couple of seconds)
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