Hips Don't Lie

My last 1.5 years in New York were filled with forays into nightclubs around the city. What always attracted me to a place was much less about the physical qualities of the people there but much more about the quality of the music that was played. So I would willingly go to places that my friends deemed questionable in order to dance to my "pop-RnB" tunes.

Friends who have known me for a while (which I assume is every person who can be bothered to read this blog) know that I am quite happy to boogey away by myself, as long as the music is good. Those last 1.5 years have, I believe, improved my dancing abilities to a point that it gets recognised as a value-add item!

I was never quite sure what made my dancing good, having not had any training (apart from many 21st birthday party performances). The Economist has now shown the way. Indeed, all it comes down to is a willingness to "drop it like it's hot"!

It has been a both pleasant and unpleasant to find out surprise to find that Singapore does not have many people who I would consider good dancers. Guys especially seem rooted to one spot. Pleasant in that it makes me at least be better than average, unpleasant in that there are girls here who can't dance (side note: drunk foreigners here still love to do that mosh pit thing in the middle of the dance floor...both a dangerous (for the people around them) and idiotic exercise).

Ah, memories of Circle come flooding back!