I completely forgot about this picture. Oh my gawd...

Okay long story short. I was in the wedding of a good friend of mine. He knocked up a Christian girl and was more or less forced into marrying her. So here I am at the reception after the wedding, and it's bad... I mean BAD.

The bride only was allowing Christian music to be played. No one was dancing cause I mean, c'mon, it's hard to dance to "Jesus is love."

However as the night went on people on my buddy's side of the family were sneaking in requests for more typical party songs. During these songs, I noticed one individual on the dance floor who was dancing his ASS off. So I decided to make him my victim in my pursuit in making a boring reception into a memorable one.

I turned to my friend and handed him my drink, "Hold this for a while. I need to go make an ass out of myself." A look of fear streaked across his face as he looked over at his new wife then me, "Dude? What are you going to do." I stripped off my tuxedo jack, unbuttoned the collar and first couple of buttons of my dress shirt. I looked down at him and grinned, "You'll thank me for it in the end." With that I hooked my thumbs under my collar and "popped it" upwards.

I walked over to the DJ and asked to play "Staying Alive" by the BeeGee's. The dance floor was empty, the music came on and I strut (and I mean 70's strut) onto the dance floor. The tables were right up to the dance floor and luckily my target's table was right in front. I strutted right up to the table and struck my pose. You know the pose John Travolta made famous on the cover of "Saturday Night Fever". Then I pointed to him, "You, me, on the dance floor." My mind begged for him to bite cause I didn't was to dance alone. Words failed to describe my happiness as her paused, looked around his table, then back at me, then he too popped his collar and replied, "I accept..."

The next four minutes was one of the best moments ever as we did the most amazing disco dance off ever. I pulled every dance move I had in my arsenal. By now the entire reception forgot about what they were doing and crowded the dance floor and cheered us on. The photographer who was packing her things, about to call it an early night, quickly pulled her camera out and hastily snapped shots of the dance-off. But for my finale, I had the last few seconds of the song. I strutted towards him, a grin on my face, I got right up in his face and snapped my finger at him, like a 50's street ganger, then turned around and walked to the middle of the dance floor. Struck the pose once more that started the whole thing. Then with the last beat of the song, I fell to the floor, legs spread at either side of me in a perfect split (I thank my years as a first baseman for that). Numerous gasps were heard, cheers and claps followed, sweat pouring from my face as I panted heavily. My opponent stared at me in awe as he threw up his hands in defeat.

It was a good night after all. I was later told by my friend that everyone talked about the dance off since it seemed to be the only thing exciting that happened. I didn't make the bride happy but eh, I didn't like her anyways.

So another look into the person who is me. I enjoy being the life of the party, and I'm not afraid to spark a party if I need to. It was freakin' awesome though, I'll tell you that. Definitely one of my fonder moments.