10 September 2005

Get Way Up On That Dance Floor


Last week, I caught someone dancing in the elevator as the doors opened for me to get on. He seemed a bit embarrassed that I saw him, and he started to stop, but I encouraged him to keep going. He did, and I joined him until he got off at the eleventh floor. And let's be honest, I crazy danced all the way to the fourteenth floor, where I got off. Because sometimes, you just have to dance.

8 Comments:

At 1:00 AM, Blogger Sarah said...

Yay, you continued the crazydancing tradition!!! :)

 
At 9:53 AM, Blogger Sophia said...

Uh, yeah. You've taught me well. :)

 
At 3:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Heh, I love stuff like this. Dancing on elevators = goodness.

 
At 6:31 PM, Blogger Sophia said...

Hey Anonymous,

Thanks for visiting! Dancing on elevators does = goodness. :)

 
At 1:13 PM, Blogger cube said...

Live life to the fullest! You can dance if you want to. Go for it.

 
At 4:46 PM, Blogger Ghone said...

Cool and the Gang!

 
At 5:04 PM, Blogger Ash Sere said...

I often walk down the street on my way to work singing quietly to myself. (I go to work at 7.15am so no one's around). Now and again someone suddenly appears from behind a tree or something and scares the shit out of me. That's always embarrassing. And then there's the other day when I totally rocked out my air guitar to find some guys had been sitting in a truck to the side of the road laughing at me. I straightened up and walked past, pretending not to notice them!

 
At 1:57 PM, Blogger Sophia said...

Thanks for all your comments! Dancing in the elevator really does take the edge off of a hard day.

Ash, I'm still laughing about your stories - they're awesome! You go and rock out whenever you want. Live it up. :)

 

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