dance – Naphtalia

I’ll admit that I published a confession not an hour ago and already removed it from the blog.

The fact is that I have been trying for about three weeks to remember the words to a Ghanaen song I learned once and tonight I made progress. I have now successfully remembered one word and the first three measures of the melody. Odjile. That’s all I’ve got and I’m not even sure that’s the word I need.

I’d simply rather post about my memorable journey with F.K. than make more confessions at this point that could lead to great embarrassment and a plummeting into deep, regretful, humility.

Instead, I’ll just keep watching Hayor Bibimma videos, like I have for the past hour, trying to remember more.

Here’s a dance I learned the same summer I learned the escaping song. It’s called the Gele and I believe has something to do with the “come on, I dare you” concept that has been in my mind lately. Alas, it’s all related in the end.

How was I to resist an April Fool’s Day 90’s dance party in Minneapolis?

It didn’t matter that my weekend officially started with an hour-plus drive. My mini-cation took me through the nightlight city, down Polk Street, and finally to breakfast at Hazel’s–a special little homegrown, Minnesotan brotherly place quickly becoming a new Northeast favorite. It was a perfect Friday-Saturday combo. All smiles, hugs, laughter, the first dance moves I ever learned, and lots of too-loud-talking.

From the looks of things, I let go a little this weekend and who cares?! My room is still piled with clothes I could have worn and I was forced (yes, epically forced by my Blackberry) to post an incomplete, not fully edited short story because I left my house in such a whir of excitement I didn’t take time to finish it or anything else. I just quit everything. All of the sudden, I was done. (See yesterday’s post for more information.) I even went to work without doing a thing to my hair on Saturday! Oh, the sweet elation of letting go.

Now, after a long shift at the mall, the sounds still surrounding my ears include, but are not limited to: ohmygoshsocuteIlovethisoneyesthatwasthephoneIhadlastyearwewereinItalyatthistime
Ican’tbelievetheymakewaffleslikethatwinkformorecoffeepleaseidareyou and of course, shoop eh doop.

(I’m also remembering why my sweet mother never let me listen to this music growing up. Oops, I’m listening now. In some ways, I’m glad I still don’t know all the lyrics. 😉 Do I dare insert a “haha” here?)

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