A quintessential evening of dancing in my bedroom. And then turning it into a music video.
(This is what happens when Ryan goes out of town, and I accidentally watch a scary movie by myself - because I didn't know it was going to be so freaky - then I turn up the music real loud to ward off ghosts, murderers, and bears. Oh my.)
Regardless, my posterity will know bedroom dancing as a sine-qua-non practice. One to not do wimpily either. But to grow into the art of hearty, sweaty bedroom dancing. None of my ancestry left me record. No engraved gif on a cave helped me understand, but I just as well figured it out.
And then I quite enjoyed waking up some of my friends with this video early early Saturday morning like a Jubilant Alarm Clock: "HAVE A HAPPY DAY!!!!"
I don't know who posts stuff like this on the internet. I do. I guess that answers that question.
Sore neck winning,