The infamous dance off

Most of you know already, but last Friday night a few of us went out for my birthday. We started at Wild Wings wear the band sucked and the drinks sucked and the beer was warm. We moved on. After a struggle over the validity of cover charges we ended up at Blue Martini.

Now, you should know that this was my second time at Blue Martini and on my first trip a precedent was set. The DJ played music ranging from the early 90's into the 2000's including but not limited to Salt N Peppa and Britney Spears. It was a bit like being at a wedding. So, to go along with the music Miranda, Tiffiny and I brought back a few of the old favorites in our dance repertoire. The butterfly, the cabbage patch, the sprinkler...

Back to Friday night. Although the music was slightly more recent this time we kept our new found tradition of dancing the oldies on the crowded dance floor. Only...it wasn't crowded for long. Before we knew it the entire club had backed up and was watching us. Miranda moonwalked. We were on a roll, grooving off each other. In the zone. Then...a couple challenged us. Back and forth, the tootsie roll, the robot, the Carlton, the sprinkler, the Molly Ringwold, the robot...wait? The robot again? You bust out the robot twice?!? Buz. You loose. We win. You got served.

It was awesome fun. The girl stopped and asked us where we were from, quizzingly, we say, "Here?!?" Apparently she was expecting something more urban. Perhaps Detroit, WHAT?