Ruby Crusted Moon Boots

If Michael Jackson's spirit would enter my body, do you think he could turn my lanky limbs into a Dancing machine?

Like most Friday nights when Aaron is outta town, I inevitably find myself digging through my favorite YouTube videos, 1st Stop........my diva tracks.

Fantasia, Christina, Judy & Adele

I love to watch their emotional power and how they express themselves w/ their vocal talent. 

Inevitably my video hunt brings me to a Michael Jackson live performance, a perfectly rehearsed performance under the spotlight of a live,  make no mistake camera angle. 

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

His movement is addictive, when I watch him I can't help but get up and try it myself.........Yeah, its not pretty. My Jimmy Crack Corn body type has a difficult time capturing that Jackson flavor, The Man in My Mirror pretty much just stands there and gives me  the 'Wrap it Up' sign.

I'm not sure the spirit of Michael Jackson could do much of anything with my body, perhaps with his drive and gumption he could at least get me a crowd of 15 on a downtown Chicago street corner collecting enough bucket change to buy a few beers for my friends.

So Michael, if your listening. If it isn't too much to ask, could you please possess me one of these Friday nights, and give me a dance lesson? Currently my Moonwalk resembles more of a Sleep walk................................it could use a lit'l boost.

Eeeee Heeee.... Don't stop till you get enough!

Don't Rock the Boat, turn on some Polka!

Don't touch me! Get your crazy hands off me!  I'm telling Human Resources, we have a No Touching policy!  If you touch them, you will be FIRED!  Hands Off!  NO!  Don't Touch Me!

 

I wouldn't say I am a touchy feely person, I actually would prefer people just come in and give me a nice wave, no handshaking, no courtesy hugging, maybe a lit'l jig of sorts.  Maybe that square dancing move called the "Dosey Doe" I learned in elementary school.... about time I put that to good use. 

Now of course w friends and family, we can rub on each other all day, its the stranger action I get phobic of. Aaron is always introducing me to new people, he is in the makeup industry and has amazing networking skills. He knows so many people, he works the phone, he facebooks, he travels. So by default I'm constantly being introduced to new folks, these are all wonderful people. We chat, laugh & cocktail. My concern is at what point do me and this newbie go from stranger to hug buddies?  Was it drink # 2 or #4?  If it's a straight dude can I get some bro hug action or do I get the head bob with a finger in the air saying catch yah later. Omgosh!  Its enough to drive me mad. I'm guessing some would tell me to relax or as my friend Missy would say "stay frosty". Ok, I'll keep it together, Ill stay back and let the moment reveil itself to me.  If lips come my way, I'll pucker up.  If someone throws double arms in the air, I'm going to pull em in and squeeze but I certainly won't encourage the moment, maybe I'll start a drooling habit to curb the opportunity.  Ok.

There is this gay bar in my neighborhood called Touche', it is  leather bar with a reputation of being a tad forward in how guests relate to one another, so in lieu of the name most people refer to it as Touchies. For the record, I have never patronized this establishment, I prefer getting my cocktail on next door at Jackhammer. Yeah, not sure what that name implys.  :)