You guys… I’m so disappointed! I missed the riot… mob. I missed the dance mob, flash riot, inexplicable coordinated dancing that leads to confusion and then excitement in the crowd of people around you. I even practiced the dance! I would have been like a whirling dervish – no, really! There was whirling at one point in the dance! I’m pretty sure I could have gotten through the entire dance without kicking anyone, or smacking them in the face.
It’s just upsetting, that’s what it is. It looked like fun. I’ll admit I tried my best to get out of participating this week, but I arrived at the party fully intending to mob in a flash. It’s just that, standing up after dinner, gravity kicked in, and I found myself doing the pee-pee dance all the way to the washroom.
I really thought I’d have more time, but when I came out of the washroom, the song was playing, and everyone else was on the dance floor half-way through the routine bopping and hopping and spinning and punching (air) and scooping and clapping in near-unison. I considered trying to run in and join, but had this image of being punched, then bopped, then hopped on, scooped and clapped, by all the people I knocked over in my epic death-of-a-flash-mob debut. It would have been painful.
If I ever get invited to another flash mob, I’ll be shunning beverage for the hour beforehand, that’s for sure!
Apart from missing my moment to demonstrate my lord of the dance type skills, last night was a lot of fun – company Christmas parties, you should go to it if your company offers one.
Along with a decently tasty piece of chicken (or pork… I know that makes it sound ominous, but whatever meat it was, it was tasty), a giant assortment of tasty bite-sized cakes, and likely a drink ticket or two, you could witness scenes like this:
A nearly 7 foot tall man, his long flowing white locks worthy of an Herbal Essences “Oh YES!” scene, grooving to the beat of his own drum on the dance floor. He shimmied, he performed intricate footwork that may have been intentional, and may also have been his attempt at staying upright as he hurtled off-kilter across the floor. He attempted various forms of club dancing, trying his best to walk like an Egyptian, Duggie, pop, break and lock to the beat of various pop songs. In a rush of 80’s hair band memories, he pulled off his tie and flung it off the dance floor to his patient-as-a-saint wife, and seemed to be considering a burlesque style strip-tease as his encore.
A usually serious co-worker, having shown up in an entirely white outfit, including white hat, proceeds to demonstrate that he not only thinks he can dance, he knows he can dance. Now everyone else knows that too! It was impressive! He moved in ways so far beyond the awkward-group shuffle of (most of) the rest of his co-workers, it was like he had stumbled accidentally out of a dance competition. By the end of the night, he was attempting to pass on the cool-ness of his crazy dance moves to the other guys in a strange impromptu dance class.
What did we learn from this? You might just be in shock and awe of your coworkers’ surprising dance skills. Also, hold it until after the flash mob.