I have not Nano-ed or WriMo-ed a thing to date. Yes, I am a procrastinator. But yes, I still think I'll get it done. The story is formulating in my head, aging like a fine wine. In the meantime…
When I was about 14 or 15, there was a "night club" that had an under-21 night every Sunday. It was a must attend. Not only because it was a night club, but because we got to meet kids from other schools in the area. For the most part, it was just all-around fun.
Our house was just inside the border for the school district where I went. A mile or so one way or the other could have put me in two other districts so I happened to know a bunch of people. Two in particular: Matt Cathers and Ronnie Johnson. They lived down the road a ways, went to a different school, but there was a big group of us that would hang together, mainly on weekends and ALL summer.
Matt and Ronnie were hot. Plain and simple. All the girls wanted them and all the guys wanted to be them. How cliche. But it was true. I didn't really see them that way. They were my party buddies and I was like a little sister to them. For the late 80s, these two were a little ahead of their time in dance moves. I swear they practiced at home and then took it to the club, but then again, that was just the way it went.
We're talking the days of "Just Got Paid (Friday Night)" by Johnny Kemp and "Careless Whisper" by Wham!/George Michael. They relished the stage and everyone loved to watch them. They somehow managed to bring new steps to dances that everyone knew which brings me to the title of this post.
Driving in this morning, I had the Sirius cranked on Backspin 4-3 and I heard a whistle. And yes, I started bouncing up and down in my seat and clapping like a child as the intro played. My man. Kool Moe Dee.
I hadn't heard this in a minute and it just made me so freaking happy. It made me want to stop the car and do the dance. Come on, you know it! Running man, running man, hop to one side on one leg with arms and other leg extended. Wild Wild West, y'all! (So, no, Soulja boy, you're not original, but then again, who is these days)
Also making me giggle regarding this song is the memory of my brother singing it and singing it wrong. Mr. Dewese says "If you're ever in a fight and you're beatin one of us, break out, before you get bum rushed. At the Wild Wild West". My brother preferred his lyrics (please keep in mind that he was all of about 12): "If you're ever in a fight and you're beatin one of us, break out, before you get bum rust!" Man I loved the 80s!
Happy Hump Day all. I gotta get to writing.
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