Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Dance Floor Drama

On Thursday the 21st, Mom & Dad and I went to the Thursday Night Free Concert at Park Place.
As you can see, they dressed me in a Waldo-esque outfit to help make me easier to find. Wait... wasn't waldo hard to find? Can you find me in the pics above? (click to enlarge!)

Aunt Abby came over after work and volunteered to watch over me as I danced away from base camp. She also took some pics and video - including this one.
Two things:
  1. Notice the two girls that make appearances at the 0:18, 0:30 & 0:45 marks? Make a mental note.
  2. Notice anything odd about the... cinematography? Yes, it was taken with Dad's cell phone and for whatever reason there were a few orientation switches in mid vid. Seemingly more evidence that almost everything is genetic because we've seen Grandma Herbert and Mom take vertical videos as well. Can't wait to get my first camcorder camera cell phone video recording device (Google Glasses?)
Here's another video and this time those same two girls start to follow me around - and I don't think they look too nice while doing it!

At one point I was able to get AA out on the dance floor with me and she made a classic mistake -- she did something I loved!
She swung me around for a little bit and you guessed, I wanted to do it again... and again... and again. Here's me trying to coerce her to do it "just one more time."

AA and I had a great time and frankly I was happy to have a body guard on the dance floor to protect me against those stalkers. What was their deal?

When AA had to go I still hadn't gotten my fill of dancing so I dragged Nora up with me and it almost looks like she wanted to be there!

No worries though, as the evening wrapped up I returned to base camp where Dad made the same classic mistake AA made. AGAIN! AGAIN!
This was about the 30th flip I did that night and while it's not overly clear in the video, Dad bonked my head on his chair. Ouch! That didn't stop me though, AGAIN, AGAIN!

Remember, you can't take it with you, but you can lick it so no one else can take it when you're gone.

Until Later,

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