Dream, Realized.
Much to my delight, Stacy got us free tickets to last night's Dancing with the Stars TOUR.
Don't get me wrong, I'm typically the last person to get excited about such lameness, but this was a tad bit different. Namely, because Joey Lawrence was being featured.
After laughing hysterically (and constantly rewinding the Tivo) for three months straight, I just HAD to see him (and his flamboyant dance moves) in real-live action.
It was everything I dreamed it would be...and more.
He (and his butterface partner) quickstepped, jived, tangoed and mamboed their little hearts out:
Fortunately for you, since his glory can't be fully captured in a picture alone, I also made a little video on my digital camera (I know it's a little blurry and he sort of looks like a talented Mr. Clean, but you get the idea):
Every single time he took the stage, uncontrollable laughter would bubble up inside me. I couldn't help but wonder what my 12-year-old self would've thought had she been sitting in my place. Guaranteed, she would have been at first elated to actually be breathing the same air as Joey...and then increasingly horrified as he started up his hip gyrations to "Crazy In Love".
So, after watching him for several hours, I've decided three things:
Don't get me wrong, I'm typically the last person to get excited about such lameness, but this was a tad bit different. Namely, because Joey Lawrence was being featured.
After laughing hysterically (and constantly rewinding the Tivo) for three months straight, I just HAD to see him (and his flamboyant dance moves) in real-live action.
It was everything I dreamed it would be...and more.
He (and his butterface partner) quickstepped, jived, tangoed and mamboed their little hearts out:
Fortunately for you, since his glory can't be fully captured in a picture alone, I also made a little video on my digital camera (I know it's a little blurry and he sort of looks like a talented Mr. Clean, but you get the idea):
Every single time he took the stage, uncontrollable laughter would bubble up inside me. I couldn't help but wonder what my 12-year-old self would've thought had she been sitting in my place. Guaranteed, she would have been at first elated to actually be breathing the same air as Joey...and then increasingly horrified as he started up his hip gyrations to "Crazy In Love".
So, after watching him for several hours, I've decided three things:
- Joey should never be handed a microphone without a script being involved--his dorky ramblings and ill-timed jokes were downright embarrassing to watch;
- Every time Joey buys a button-down shirt, he must snip off the top three buttons. (I mean, what's the point of waxing your entire body if you can't show off the handiwork?);
- I will never, EVER date a man who can do the splits. It's unnatural and downright disturbing to behold. No matter how great he is, that particular talent is a definite dealbreaker. Period.
posted by Rachel at 3:05 PM
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