Shower Dancing
You know what I'm talking about. And don't pretend you've never done it before because you know you have so don't try to deny it.
You get a catchy tune stuck in my head and then all of a sudden you feel yourself shampooing your hair in the rhythm of the music. For some, loud singing (good or bad) might follows. It even may carry on to the after shower drying off and readying process.
Today, I had a really bad case of shower dancing. The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was shower. I was so exhausted from school and work that I knew a shower would be the only thing that would shock me into the reality that I had to go to school and work again. The moment I got in the shower, Gloria Estefan's voice popped into my head. Damn it, the song that never gets out of my head once it gets stuck.
"Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga. I know you can't control yourself any longer."
And so it started. At first it was only my head moving to the beat as I rubbed bubbly soap all over me. The I started shampooing the my hair to the rhythm. By the time it was time for conditioning, I was humming and doing a little dance. But it didn't just stop there. I got out of the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and was now full on dancing. Half way through blow drying my hair I started to sing. It started off kind of low, but then it just kept getting louder and louder.
"Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga. I know you can't control yourself any longer. Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger. Don't you fight it til' tried it, do that conga."
I turned off my blow dryer and heard laughing. Where was it coming from? Indy.
I had completely forgotten he had fallen asleep on my couch while we were watching TV last night. And there he stood, in the doorway of my bathroom laughing. I kicked him out of the bathroom but I could still hear him laughing in my room. After I finished getting ready, I walked out of the bathroom and found Indy half on the bed, half on the floor, laughing so hard that he wasn't making any noise anymore while he laughed. You know that laugh.
You get a catchy tune stuck in my head and then all of a sudden you feel yourself shampooing your hair in the rhythm of the music. For some, loud singing (good or bad) might follows. It even may carry on to the after shower drying off and readying process.
Today, I had a really bad case of shower dancing. The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was shower. I was so exhausted from school and work that I knew a shower would be the only thing that would shock me into the reality that I had to go to school and work again. The moment I got in the shower, Gloria Estefan's voice popped into my head. Damn it, the song that never gets out of my head once it gets stuck.
"Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga. I know you can't control yourself any longer."
And so it started. At first it was only my head moving to the beat as I rubbed bubbly soap all over me. The I started shampooing the my hair to the rhythm. By the time it was time for conditioning, I was humming and doing a little dance. But it didn't just stop there. I got out of the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and was now full on dancing. Half way through blow drying my hair I started to sing. It started off kind of low, but then it just kept getting louder and louder.
"Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga. I know you can't control yourself any longer. Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger. Don't you fight it til' tried it, do that conga."
I turned off my blow dryer and heard laughing. Where was it coming from? Indy.
I had completely forgotten he had fallen asleep on my couch while we were watching TV last night. And there he stood, in the doorway of my bathroom laughing. I kicked him out of the bathroom but I could still hear him laughing in my room. After I finished getting ready, I walked out of the bathroom and found Indy half on the bed, half on the floor, laughing so hard that he wasn't making any noise anymore while he laughed. You know that laugh.
Leave a Comment
