... so picture it, Mary and I are out - she's dancing, I'm watching her back (if you don't believe me ask her- this is how it goes 99% of the time)... anyway, a "new" song had just come out which blew up on the club scene... I promise you it is called Stanky Legg. Whatever you do, DO NOT Google this song. Don't listen to it, don't read the lyrics, it makes me feel dirty to know I ever heard it. Anyway... Mary and I exchange equally confused glances and then we hear this set of lyrics:
Now you can lean wit it,
now you can drop wit it.
You can switch to the other leg and you can stop wit it.
Now get it, get it (4x)
Now hit the booty do, hit the booty do (2x)
Now you can get wit it, you can get wit it. (2x)
now you can drop wit it.
You can switch to the other leg and you can stop wit it.
Now get it, get it (4x)
Now hit the booty do, hit the booty do (2x)
Now you can get wit it, you can get wit it. (2x)
Now, I don't honestly know what any of it means, but when I heard the phrase "booty do" I laughed so hard I cried. I literally wept right there in public because this was so ridiculous! Ever since then Mary and I joke about this.
Now, pan ahead to today... Mary and I both have BlackBerries, so we have a sort of Instant Messenger feature on them allowing us to communicate in real time. We mostly just abuse this to share meaningless garbage with each other, but today, today I was in fine form. Here is the log from that conversation, Enjoy!! (and yes I did laugh at my own joke - I know I'm pathetic)
Mary!: OMG. I just saw a woman eating a chicken wing finish it and then throw it down in the parking lot!
Haley: She was just walking around eating a chicken wing???
Mary!: Yes.
Mary!: Well, leaving the store.
Haley: That is far more horrifying to me than her throwing it down
Mary!: All bad and horrifying
Haley: She's probably the one person in the world who actually knows what the expression "do the booty do" means. Maybe you should try to interview her.
I told you I was in fine form today!
So, I must admit, your text message sent me into quite a mental frenzy. I spent the entire trip to and from the revival racking my brain on what embarrassing stories I had somehow released about myself that would involve dancing...but nothing came. NOTHING. So I come home, and I open the page. First sentence...nothing. Then it happened...the parenthesis...and then I knew. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt a tinge, and then my face was covered in a deep shade of red. Oh yes, I was having a flashback to stripper dances in the tanning booth. And then, I remembered why I couldn't recall any of that during the text messages, I had suppressed that memory somewhere with all the other dark and ashamed memories! Heres to bringing all good things to light...I salute you Haley, for your bravery, and open honesty :)!!
ReplyDeleteHahaha- oh Rebecca, I knew you would love it. Also, if you have ANY idea what that phrase means I would still like to know... LOL! Actually, I know you would never know anything like that. BUT you know what I am remembering right now??? A little song called "GLAMOROUS" by Fergie... and a flight from Vegas to DFW. =D
ReplyDeletedude I started dancing in public or in private if theres good music going. best decision I made. soooo liberating. bust a move!
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