Monday, August 24, 2009
I was in Kroger today and a woman I have never seen before walked by me and said, "It's the dancing man from Gerstles!" (Gerstles is a bar/club) A couple of things, I have never been to Gerstles and I don't dance. For that that matter I don't drink either. Even when I did drink, I didn't dance. Unless you count seizures. In which case, I ruled the dance floor. She has me confused with some other drunk dancer. Although, her voice did sound kind of familiar.