80s Bars = Best Friend to Bad Dancers

Finally! I can cross one thing off on my list of ridiculous things that I doubt I’ll ever accomplish, but would increase the personal badass meter if I actually did. During a weekend of celebrating college graduation, a year-and-a-half late I might add, the crew hit some of the bars in downtown Evansville, IN (I add the entire city, state description thinking that maybe one day I’ll have readers picking this up in the entire book form from a bargain aisle at Barnes and Noble). One of my favorite bars features an all night 80s dance party in the basement. So what was so badass? We managed to gather a small crowd of supporters and mostly laughers during an interpretive dance routine—that’s right. Try this out: dig into your music collection, find Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” and try really hard not to add literal movement to the lyrics. If you don’t find yourself mimicking prayer or forming “OOohh, OOohh” fists in choir salvation then there is something wrong with you. Now try this with any other song, and note that the 80s provide a great selection for interpretation. Imagine a whole night of this debauchery. Fan-freakin’-tastic!