Unfortunately...

...I am the quintessential White Man dancer. I guess that would qualify me as the over-dancer because I only have a few moves in my repertoire that I have to shoe-horn into whatever music is playing (fast or slow)...you know the water sprinkler, the lawn mower, the string puller, the chainsaw (though I can do that slow-mo should "Open Arms" bust out), the ho-digger---wait a minute...time to move on.

I don't really mind any of the "dancers" except the side-bar dancer. That dude really annoys me. I can deal with the super-star, the terrible dancer and the over-dancer. But as outlined previously in this blog...I can't stand the PDA guy (*cough* Pillow pants *cough*). It's terribly obnoxious. If that chick is into you as much as you think she is...as evidenced by your tongue down her throat and excessive groping...take her home and nail her! Every second you stay there slobbering extiguishes a minute of your "window." More importantly, no one wants to see it.

The only time I want to see PDA is when two chicks are going at it. 'Nuff said.

On another subject completely...can you *&$%^# believe the US LOST to Greece?! Sonofabeeeee-otch. Unbelievable. Why can't the best athletes in the world come together for 3 weeks, leave their egos behind, play a little D and dominate as they should?! So frustrating.

On a lighter note, I'm staring a 3 day weekend in the face, I only have two more days to work (after today) and the weather in The Bend looks outstanding! HIs around 74, LOs around 63. Perfect.

And I don't feel like working today.....so banter on!

Pete Finfrock, out.