You know, when I wrote my last entry I firmly believed that I would not be able to write again for a long time. Then I logged back in and wrote an entry. A painful entry. I am not going to share it, but I am glad that I wrote it. All of the things that ping around in my head all day long eventually need an outlet that is non-violent, and I prefer not to write it all in a diary any more. Childhood trauma involving my mother breaking through locks or something.
So here I am. I am going to write. The things that I write to publish will be less personal than the things I write just for me, but such is life.
Have you heard of these things called "video games?" Maybe? Well, I have. No, I am not a gamer, but I enjoy a good round of Mario Kart or Super Mario Brothers on my Nintendo Wii. In fact I am actually good at Mario Kart (to the surprise of many).
So last weekend, out in Brooten I encountered a new game. New to me, anyway. Not new to younger, hipper cats than me, I imagine.
My cousins own it and it is called "Just Dance 2." This is obviously the sequel to "Just Dance," but I will get to that soon.
Essentially, one must watch and mimic a dancing silhouette on the TV screen while holding the Wii remote. The motion sensor judges your dancing abilities from this and awards points. It is a lot harder than it looks. After watching and being owned by an 11 and 13 year old boy dancing to Kesha's "Tik Tok," I secretly vowed to imrpove my skills. Of course, I did get the high score to Ike and Tina Turner's "Proud Mary." But I need to work on it.
So... yesterday I went to Best Buy and bought myself the original "Just Dance" game. While I was standing in the game aisle, an overly-enthusiastic floor sales rep approached me (as is their custom) to see if I needed assistance. He noticed that I was looking at "Just Dance" and comparing it to the new "Just Dance Summer Party." It was a tough choice.
In situations like this, I like to seen more savvy than I really am.
Dude: Hi! Is there anything I can help you with?
Me: Uhhhh, I was just looking at these dance games.
Dude: Are you familiar with them?
Me: Yes. My cousins have them and they really like them. [Note: I was trying not to make it seem like I was buying this for myself.]
Dude: Oh yeah, they're super fun! We have the new Summer Party that I see you're already looking at and... [aside] you know, "Just Dance 3" is coming out soon. You can preorder it if you want.
Me: Why yes, I did know that. My cousins mentioned it [Not true - I saw it online when I looked it up for myself.]
Dude: So do you need any help choosing?
Me: No. I think I know. This one has MC Hammer. It is the winner.
Dude: Awesome! Let me know if you need anything else.
So yes, I did buy the one with MC Hammer. Last night, I played it. For an hour and a half. It felt great. I really needed to the physical exertion to get my mind off of other things.
This morning, I was sore and could not figure out why. Then I remembered all the flailing and jerking I did as I attempted to "dance." But I cannot give up. I must be awesome so that I can prove to my cousins, brother and the world that I can beat their high scores.
Also, I would really like to get some of these moves down so that I can surprise people the next time I have the opportunity to dance. Apparently, the 7th grade boys in Brooten (including my cousin, Ben) have used some of their Wii dance moves at the school dances. That's right - BOYS. The girls in Brooten (at least the 7th graders) don't dance.
Picture it: a group of awkward 13 year-olds moving in time to Kesha. Unbelievable. If only this stuff was around when I was in Jr. High.