If you need a little boogie up in your business, have a listen.
That's Brandon on the trumpet. The group is Conjunto Sason, and this was its practice before playing for the Charlottesville Salsa Club.
I wish I could salsa. But this is how I actually dance:
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Me Too!
That's why I hide way in the back with my trumpet.
I love you!
B
And to think we thought we looked good! Scary.
Slowly the eighties are coming back--the big shirts and leggings are in the stores now. But, alas, no giant shoulderpads. Bummer.
Shoulder pads were the BEST!
I've been told that I dance like Elaine from the classic Seinfeld episode with thumbs up pterodactyl style.
You go Brandon! Still have that pocket trumpet? I just love saying that, the pocket trumpet.
Bad dancing is the best.
According to my husband, I do this thing where I don't actually move AT ALL from the waist up.
This from the man whose signature move looks like someone casting a fishing rod and then reeling in a big fish.
After a few beers we do great impressions of each other too. We're great at weddings and 40th birthday parties.
Wow, Brandon! Muy bueno!
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