Three blondes dancing with a spatula.

Yesterday was a blast and by blast I mean that I hit the bottle hard last night. Football does that to me. Also, it seems Captain has an interesting effect on me. Interesting as in I had a dream that Kanye West slipped a roofie in my vodka soda. I think I need to lay off TMZ... maybe off the Captain too. Nah. Not the Captain part. 

Today I have a little story for you which was inspired by a little comment my blog friend turned real life friend, KateFace, left me yesterday...

It's true, random dance parties hold a very special place in my heart. And then you read the last part and instantly you're thinking, "wait.. what?".

On a special little Saturday afternoon in October I met up with this sweet little Honey Boo Boo for some good old fashioned tailgating. Not pictured would also be our partner in crime, who also happens to have a blog, Stephtastic (this detail will be important momentarily).

Like any fantastic day of tailgating many alcoholic beverages were consumed. Fireball shots not to be excluded. Also, champs straight out of the bottle. We'll just call it what it was, a fabulous time.

I never claimed to be classy.

Kate, Steph, and myself decided to go on a little adventure to which we ended up stumbling upon a fraternity of step dancing men. One of these men happened to be grilling up some burgers and weenies and so his step dance moves were done like any great chef, spatula in hand. It was pretty much the most magical thing I've ever seen and I curse myself a little bit every day for not capturing a photo of step master spatula.

All of these step dancing frat guys had matching t-shirts on. Oh wait, it gets better. The t-shirts all had their Twitter names on the back and yes, we absolutely added spatula man and a handful of others on Twitter. Tweets may or may not have been sent proclaiming my adoration for such spatula moves.

And then this happened...

We couldn't just watch such a dance party and not join in. Kate, Steph, and I joined in, beer in hand, and we had a step dance party with spatula man and his crew of dancing friends. Needless to say, the only ones who didn't know every move to these dances were the 3 blonde girls, but at the time I really thought we had it down. I'm still waiting for our invite to join their fraternity...

And so there you have it, a very important addition to my about me post from yesterday. I have a strong passion for breaking into random dance parties. Now, I've just got to get the spatula part down. That was truly inspirational.