I had a weird dream last night. I walked into a dance studio. There was a circle going on, like a battle. Eric, who in real life has been the substitute teacher for Top Rockin,' stepped inside and issued an open challenge. I accepted, but inexplicably, it was a wrestling match. I got into side control and pinned him, but for some reason wasn't awarded the pin. The one code-named "Super A" assured me, "That's bullshit! You had his shoulders down!" The ones code-named "Choir Boy" and "G" agreed. End of dream.
When I woke up, I called the studio to ask who was teaching today. Weird enough, it was Eric.
I walked into class and for the longest time I was Eric's only student. Then the Asian dude who always wears a cap walked in. Finally, an Asian chick joined us. Some black chick sat on the floor just to watch, so really there were only three of us doing choreography under Eric. We went overtime, capitalizing on the employee's negligence to give us a five-minute warning. By the end, I was able to multi-task and tie my hair while bustin,' though Eric started the music over again just for that. ("Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I didn't see you were fixing your hair.") Niels, our new friend from Amsterdam, was taking the Lockin' class afterward.
I watched UFC 136 at Charles Billiards alone and sober. Apparently, I'm becoming familiar as the bouncer didn't check my ID or anything and just told me to walk right in. Afterward, I finally tried the seasonal Oktoberfest burger at Red Robin. Dennis was working and I caught up with him for a while before the new guy, Zack, took my order.
RYAN: (Slurred kind of fast) OK, cool.
ZACK: Did you ever work in the kitchen?
RYAN: No. Why?
ZACK: I thought you said echo.
RYAN: Is that a code word?
ZACK: Yeah, it means, "I heard you." Or, "Copy that."
I'm stealing it. I got to read more of The Bridge to Neverland at Barnes & Noble before going home.
There was a chick, I think one of the waitresses, at Charles Billiards earlier who reminded me of Lisa, the former bartender at PWG. I busted a #3 to Lisa just because I miss her.
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