February 09, 2008

Soldiering On

Last night was the final dinner dance for Ringo’s cotillion class I signed him up for. He enjoyed last year, so I signed him up again. He has gotten to know a couple of the boys and it’s a good excuse to get close to girls.

At least, that last one is what I suspect. That’s not something he’d admit to…

So last night, the boys dressed in their coats and ties and girls in their cocktail dresses danced the salsa, the tango and the foxtrot while parents, dressed similarly looked on and clapped. Many pictures were taken and everyone was proud. For the most part, the kids looked as if they were having fun.

Shortly after dinner, dinner jackets were hung on the backs of chairs and the kids ended up dancing to music they REALLY wanted to dance to.

I was sitting with a girlfriend of mine of 20 years. She was my mentor when I started at Company X all those many years ago, and now we jobshare a part time job. As we were engrossed in conversation, she looked over her shoulder and said, “Wait, Bou, is that your son sitting on someone’s shoulders?”

Before I could say anything or see anything for that matter, another girlfriend of mine came over and said, “Bou… is that your son crowd surfing?” as evidently my son was now being passed overhead across the crowd.

We’re nothing but class in this family. I.tell.you.what…

The kids danced to something called the Cha Cha slide which sounded like the rapper version of the Electric slide, “Now, back it up, y’all…”

Then of course they all went nuts as collectively, this large group of mostly white kids danced to Crank That by Soulja Boy.

Now a little background info for y’all. At Christmas, when my folks were in town, my Mom and I happened to see Ringo in the Rec room with his iPod on, dancing. He was doing this little dance we’d not seen. I’ll tell you, the boy has rhythm. We couldn’t hear what he was listening to, but it was obvious he got the beat and he knew what he was doing.

My Mom told this to TN via email not so long ago, TN in turn did some research and found this instructional video on ‘How to Crank That’. Mom and I viewed it and there it was, the dance my son had been doing.

This is the vid he found. At 2:30 min you see it in its entirety without music. For your listening and visual enjoyment, you get the entire thing when the clock reads 3:06… just so you can fast forward should you prefer.

Yes, that’s pretty much what we were watching last night… except they were mostly white kids… in cocktail dresses and heels or shirt and tie. One big collective bunch ‘o white kids dressed to the nines dancing like rappers.

While looking for this vid to post, I did find two other renditions that I had to share.

This first one is the kids’ ballet version. Great rhythm these kids have. The front kid cracked me up. He’s great.

The second is… the MIT version. You gotta love it! Crank That in white lab coats…


Posted by Boudicca at February 9, 2008 09:53 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Gah!!!

Now I know hte name of the song that I hear (no lie) at least seven times between 6 and 12. At work, mind you. I'd say it would never be heard in this house, but I just played it.

Again...GAH!!!

Posted by: That 1 Guy at February 9, 2008 10:43 PM

Heh heh heh... but playing it while watching folks from MIT in lab coats doing it... is so worth it. That cracked me up!

Posted by: Bou at February 9, 2008 10:47 PM

I just wanna know how they can jump around like that (in the first one especially) with those pants and end up with 'em still on afterwards? Well, sorta on. Well, damn, as on as they were when they started anyway!!!

And Ringo? Holy Cow!! Remember, last time I saw him that that day at the pool all those years ago. In my minds eye, no matter pictures, he's that little guy from that day.......

YIKES!

Posted by: Tammi at February 9, 2008 11:03 PM

I love the guy doin' it with the laptop. Now that's scientific dedication. ROFLMAO!!!

Posted by: Teresa at February 10, 2008 12:52 AM

My favorite had to be the little ballerina in the middle, bouncing around like a top! Priceless...!

Posted by: pam at February 10, 2008 11:05 AM

Tammi- The low rider pants phenomena... I'm so ready for that to end. Sooo... soooo... ready. But yeah, that was 4 years ago you met him. He was 9. He's 13 in a few weeks. There is nothing 'little boyish' about him at all anymore, from the muscles forming in his shoulders, to his voice, to how he carries himself. He carries himself like a teenager now. He's so funny...

Teresa- Oh yeah, he was cracking me up. And he knows what he's doing! He reminded me of a couple guys I went to school with.

Pam- Oh the ballerina is a riot! She's a little pixie!

Posted by: Bou at February 10, 2008 11:40 AM

They played the ChaCha slide at my wedding. Ringo was out there for it.

I liked the little guy in the front of the dance class- he is way into it!

Posted by: Morrigan at February 10, 2008 02:25 PM