Ever since Santa brought a wii to her happy home, Mary has been engaged in a fierce battle to become supreme ruler of the Just Dance revolution. Apparently, her son held the title, and was a force to be reckoned with.
But last weekend Mary's boys went out of town, and all da
To play Wii Dance, specifically.
|At Mary's we always re purpose the breakfast bar to become an hors d'oeuvre bar for the ages.|
|I mixed my sister Jane's newly shared recipe for our cocktail of choice: the Hop, Skip, and Go Naked!|
And we were off.
Mary had moved apart the furniture, hung glittering stars, and secured no fewer than four remotes for our dance par-tay .
The little girls were ready to go first, after Mary set them up for certain success:
but those little girls very quickly discovered that the grown ups were willing to fight hard (and dirty) for equal time on the dance floor
So we took turns
and continued to intermingle the generations
So here's the thing - you choose a song and then depending on the program (hint: Choose MJ! Choose show tunes! Choose girl groups!) you sometimes get to choose from an array of representative cyber dancers. Other times, there's no choosing - when it's Hammertime, you get MC Hammer.
Nevermind the total-lack-of-pigmentation Hammer, it was finally time to hand over the camera and take up the remote! Unfortunately (for you), the recipient of my camera hand off was none other than my wild girl. Who, unfortunately (for me), delights in the unflattering.
|Thank you, baby!|
What's that you say? I'm going right while everyone else goes left?
Who had the high score, beeeeyaches????
At some point, the props came out.
|looked how confused we are!|
|Look how chagrined we are! Check Autumn, in her sky blue lei and gangsta attitude|
|But then suddenly , Yaaaaaay!|
|'cause this is THRIIIIILLER|
|Don't stop 'til you get enough|
I really, really love my friends.