1/11/11

I went to my first Breakin' (or Break-Dancing, as the media calls it) class at the Millennium Dance Complex. B-Girl Shorty (who's apparently been on TV), who teaches the class, was late. Shorty's brother started class. I never expected to see so many jackoffable white chicks in a Breakin' class. Every chick at tonight's class is in my database!

There was a young guy and girl, Ashley and - not sure how it's spelled, but pronounced "Dare-yen" - respectively, both of whom were on scholarship from South Africa. Too bad Ashley (again, a guy) and Darrion (I'll just guess that's how it's spelled) go back home on Sunday.

RYAN: Does anyone know how to top rock?
DARRION: Ask [Shorty]. (Heavy accent on "ask.")

Eargasms. Didn't know South African accents were cute. Regarding my calm demeanor when racing another student with calf hops, Darrion also remarked ...

DARRION: You're so chill. [Imitating my arms-crossed pose.]

She also seemed to be impressed with my knack for kip-ups.

RYAN: I was only checking [class] out tonight, but I might have to come back.
ASHLEY: You must!
DARRION: Yes, you must!

Again, thick accents on must.

Mommy and I ate at IHOP. It was her random idea. I had a steak omelette with a side of new Cinn-a-stack pancakes and a Splashberry. I confirmed with Eugene that I would help adapt his stageplay into a film. I went to the gym to do cardio and review what we learned in Breakin' class.