Oh baby, I went dancing this weekend! I had so much fun. I was so sore I could barely walk afterwards.
Me and my girls were out, and we were wiggling and giggling. One of the fun things about going to a big club is watching what everyone else is doing. There were these two amazing girls that managed to writhe and sway their booties all the way down to their heels, and them work their way back up again.
And they did it again and again. Go!
Of course, we all had to check out everyone else’s outfits. These two girls walked in, one of them all dressed in a sort of cheerleader thingy.
“What, is she trying to be Paula Abdul?’ my friend said to me.
But I was looking at the other girl, all in white.
“I cannot wear all white,” I said back. “I’d be kicked out of Abba first thing.”
It’s true. I’d spill something on it right away. I’d be like, “Oh, that’s stain is gonna need a sequin. A lot of sequins.”