5, 6, 7, go!

The one who insists to go by the code name "Choir Boy" called me last second to pick him up when I was on my way to Top Rocking class. He took a Groove class down the hall. It was his first time in a year getting back into dancing.

After weeks of complaining to myself that the first class with the substitute teacher was still the best, I'm happy to report two cool things today: 1) We were doing a morphed variation of a salsa step. 2) A spin down into an old-school pose of going on shoulder blades as, while spilt-legged, one set of toes touches the floor.

RYAN: (In agony at first) Oh my God ...
ASIAN KID WHOSE PANT LEG READ "LOCKIN'": Are you OK?

I'm actually starting to lower my standards since there aren't really any consistent jackoffable chicks in Top Rocking. There was a chick today whom I've noticed once before. She smiled briefly as I walked in late. The left side of her hair is short as if it was once shaved while the other half is longer and with a couple of blue feathers, via extensions, that dangle behind her ear. She doesn't look too high maintenance except for eye liner. She's in the database.

"Choir Boy" and I agreed to try a Lockin' class next week. I was drinking some coffee in the lounge after class ...

RYAN: [Burps.] Oh, sorry.
"CHOIR BOY": What it wrong with you?! We've got a girl over here! (Points to some girl.)

The next was a back and forth exchange of "Choir Boy" ripping me about burping in front of girls while the girl tried to say it was OK.

We headed for Subway to split a footlong chicken sandwich. Mental note: Honey mustard and vinegar make a good combination. After a shot of honey whiskey, an impromptu FMA lesson resulted in reviewing vertical gunting (scissors) and hubad lubad (to tie and untie).

Interesting note: In "Choir Boy's" dance videos as an instructor, he counts, "5, 6, 7, go" instead of the traditional "5, 6, 7, 8."

"CHOIR BOY": If I say "8" instead of "go," they end up having a delay.

(In an enlightened sort of way) Ahhh.

I fired up the porn and just busted a #3 to that chick with the blue feathers dangling behind her ear earlier. I decided to go for an endurance practice and set a target number of strokes ... And you've got to be kidding me. I ended up accidentally finishing when I was only one more stroke away from the target number! One! Suddenly, my imagination took a mind of its own as I saw the chick laughing at me.

The one who goes by the code name "G" is having a shindig. But first, I need to finish American Gods at Barnes & Noble once and for all.

To Be Continued ...