FUTURE MEMOIR

One summer my parents didn’t know what to do with me, so they signed me up for a hip-hop dance class at the town’s rec center. If you know anything about me today, you know that I am an awful dancer who basically moves like those inflatable things at a used car dealership. Anyway, our class was going to perform a rendition of Boyz II Men’s “Motown Philly” during our big recital at the end of the summer. Unfortunately, my teacher had realized how gangly and awkward I was, and therefore I was relegated to leaping in the background. Yes, leaping. Anyway, I’m a little drunk, so that’s all I remember from that.