Dancing Nerds

Dancing Nerds

I wanted to quickly mention the dancing nerds. There is this spot on campus, the rec room sort of place (what do the kids call em nowadays anyway?). They have one of those dance/karaoke machines where you pick a song then dance around on sensors to the music and win the game by doing it really well and dancing. There are these two guys who are there every time I go there, and they dance away. They are not at all graceful; they do not look like they'd pick up the hotties at a club dancing this way. In fact, dare I say it, they are nerds. One is the skinny tall nerd and one is the slightly portly nerd. (Since I myself am a nerd, I don't feel bad about calling them what they are. So there. Take it or leave it). I watch them all the time, and they dance away, getting all the moves "technically" right and making the machine yell "way to go" and "wow." It's funny because most of the time they don't draw a crowd; no one seems to notice them, although I'm sure they think they are really cool and OUGHT to draw a crowd. In their minds, they're wearing that white leisure suit and pointing at the ceiling and will one day make a fabulous comeback in Pulp Fiction.

The other day, there was a cute girl sitting there watching them though. And another time I saw a small crowd watching. I'm not sure if the crowd thought they were cool or not. There was some muttering, and I think I heard the phrase "burn em" once or twice. So they might have been one of those sorts of crowds. (I just made that last part up, for effect, to make my blog more interesting. Hee hee).

But the nerds, ah the nerds. Ah. nerds. You silly silly nerds.