"I was born to be a dancer."
Here's a little secret about me that I'll share with you.
At work, whenever I'm in the elevator alone or in the bathroom alone, I dance.
Oh yeah, you read that correctly.
It's SO much fun, I can't even tell you. The elevator doors close and then I can let loose for two floors and then as soon as the doors open up again, I've composed myself and nobody knows that only a couple of seconds ago I was shaking my tush in between floors.
In the bathroom we have a full length mirror. Occasionally when I'm wearing my high heels I'll do a "model walk" (damn that Project Runway) and then once I'm in front of the mirror I'll break dance like the girls in rap videos.
My god is it ever hilarious. I laugh and laugh and laugh so hard at myself until I'm crying and can't breathe.
Really. I wish I had the courage to record it and share it on my blog (actually I wish I even knew how to put video up on my blog).
Yesterday, however, I was interrupted during one of my dance offs.
Imagine you're in the bathroom, singing Pink's Stupid Girl song and doing the most crazy and insane dances (i.e. the running man, cabbage patch dance, and the chicken dance) just to make yourself laugh and someone walks in on you.
It's kind of embarrassing. Then again, it was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean, it isn't my own private bathroom with a lock on the door. The possibility of other people walking in is very likely.
So I pretended like I was looking at the back of my outfit in the mirror and humming to myself while red flames shot up from my neck to the top of my head.
You would think that I would be nervous from now on whenever I felt the need to randomly break dance in the elevators or the bathroom but I'm afraid that I'm not. One little incident isn't going stop me from backing my junk up in the mirror or shaking my hips from side to side in the elevator. Sometimes you've just got to get it out of your system.