Last week while getting ready I had this conversation with my mom:
MOM: You're listening to country music.
ME: I am?! I had noooo idea.
MOM: Why...? You hate the stuff.
ME: I thought I'd give it a try. Syd made me a CD so I could be weened onto it.
***blah blah blah, irrelevant banter***
My entrance into the world of country had officially begun.
For those of you who don't understand the gravity of this moment, just know that in the past the sound of a banjo or a sickly sweet drawl would make me want to rip my hair out. I couldn't stand the stuff.
Last night I took another BIG step in my country gal transformation.
Granted I was wearing a Pac Sun tank, flip flops and a sweater from Urban
buuuutttt.....
I WENT COUNTRY DANCING!
(Insert neon sign and flashing lights here)
Not only did I go country dancing, but I LOVED every minute of it.
I went with Brent, and let me tell you, we were tearin it up on the dance floor.
...After we got over the awkwardness of not knowing what to do.
Let's just say being described as a noob, novice, amateur, or rookie would make us look good.
We recruited Brent's sister and brother in law to give us some instruction and it was free sailing from there! We may not have been the best dancers out there, but as usual we were the best looking ;)
After a lot of
dancing
laughing
and sweating
we hit up the drinking fountain and went outside for some fresh air.
funfact: there is a lot of stuff (fake trees, chairs, lawn mowers, signs, creepy sheds, etc.) worth rummaging through behind Studio if you're ever in the area!
If someone would have told me that I could the Boot Scootin Boogie and enjoy myself at the same time, I would have laughed in their face. They only memories associated with that song are of Mr. Poff in Jr. High
GAG. ME. PLEASE.
Lesson learned?
Don't hate on something until you give it a whole hearted try!
I may not be wearing boots and a huge A belt buckle
but
I'd say it's only a matter of time before I'm in touch with my Georgian and Tennessee roots.
YeeeHawwww.
