Moves, I Got 'Em

I'm back here in the bedroom editing photos, listening to rap music, and dancing my smooth moves like I used to back in the Senses days. Senses Nightclub was THE premier dance club in Memphis that my best friend Jenny and I visited almost every Saturday night between the years of late 2004 through 2007ish. We knew most of the bouncers, dj’s, and bartenders; mighta dated a few too, but I’m not admitting anything.

    

I’m telling you, we started that party. Every. Saturday. Night.  We were the first on the floor.  We knew exactly where to dance so the air conditioning would keep us cool with the spotlights directed on us. We wanted everyone to see us. We got the right location in front of the good mirror. You know what I'm talking about. 

Believe it or not, when I hit the dance floor my moves are like Usher, Beyonce, and Jennifer Lopez had a baby.” Pop, Lock, & Drop It,” “Tootsee Roll,” “Get Low,” “Milkshake,” “Control Myself,” you name it and we danced to it. We were regular Soul Train Dancers, Fly Girls, and Rap Video back-up dancers. Moves, I got ‘em. 

   

Tonight, I have the strobe lights in J²’s room on blast as well as the music turned up to mimic a dance club.  

Pandora bursts into the bedroom, “OH MY GOSH!!!  JUST STOP!  You are SO White!”

“Whatever! I met your Dad in a bar.  How do you think I caught his attention? On the dance floor with my smooth rap video moves. That’s how!”

Without missing a beat she explodes with sass, “You attracted him by putting on your mating colors and flaunting it.”

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. I think, ‘Brat!’ But I smile when I realize, ‘Well crap! I guess she did pay attention to those wild stories I was reliving this week.’

“You got me good, Pandora, your Dad is going to reprimand me.”