I still have daydreams of my Dance Like Nobody’s Watching jaunt in the laundromat. I haven’t done it yet mostly because I’m scared and also… I’m not Beyonce.
The daydreams are still there. They’ve transferred from my Venice Beach laundromat to the streets of the French Quarter. In my daydreams I’m taking over the streets to The Naked and Famous song Girls Like You. I’ve got all the jump moves and hip gyrating, spins and flips I need to look like… not an idiot. It’s still just a daydream. I know it’s been years and years of a daydream. Your patience is appreciated. Beyonce wasn’t built in a day. (I just likened Beyonce with Rome AND I’VE NEVER BEEN SO RIGHT ABOUT ANYTHING EVER!).
While Rome (and dance videos) are built in daydreams… at least I’m in the kitchen cooking like nobody’s watching.
Except someone is watching…
And he’s really bossy about what happens to all of the bacon in the house.
What happened here is this: I put bacon, lettuce, and tomato in between two cheesy waffles. Nothing but trouble.
I was cooking (and smashing food in my face) like no one was watching. Well. No one my height was watching. No one with thumbs was watching. Just me, and this, and three minutes later a dance party for one.
I am the picture of (really embarrassing) success! Dance daydreams pending.