"since you're all west coast now, I guess I have to rep my 'hood whenever I talk to you, so here goes . . . A-town down shawty. East sIDE!"
Okay, just try and say that. You know I did. More than once. And yes, it sounded just as silly coming out of my mouth on try 1 as try 15.
For those of you who don't know, I signed up for a class with the Experimental College, since I have a little time to kill before Fall Quarter. I had many options -- Vietnamese Cooking, Meditation, Sound Mixing. But I decided to keep a good thing going and registered for...
Intermediate Hip Hop
There should not be any laughing here, since I have to say that I am pretty good. I have danced with Melvina at LA Fitness, for what Steve? A year? I know that I am a petite, white girl. However, I was a little taken aback in the Experimental College office being asked, "Um, can you handle an intermediate class??"
Damn straight.
I mean Q (yeah, his name is Q) kicks our asses and I am the oldest person in the class. And did I mention this class is from 9:00-10:00? PM!!? But I am definitely hippin' and a-hoppin' and for the first time...poppin'!
At the end of class, we get kudos from Q and he walks around and we touch sweaty fists, ala the Wonder Twins turning themselves into the form of water and something else random.
It would be great if I had an appropriate verbal response. And I'm not talking some old Randy Jackson "what up, dawg" kinda thing. I need something current.
Can anyone help a home girl out?
2 comments:
I'll be sure to ask Jed. He's hip with the kids today.
Whoa... Wonder Twins! If that isn't dating yourself, I don't know what is :)
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