Back to real life what why what is happeninnnnngOkay, so. D*con wrap up post(s) somewhere soon. In...

Back to real life what why what is happeninnnnng

Okay, so. D*con wrap up post(s) somewhere soon. In the meantime, I’ve got to say that the burning conviction the con left me with is that I have to LEARN HOW TO BREAK DANCE.

Except apparently you don’t call it break dancing, y’all. You call it breaking or b boying. The point is, this is the coolest shit in the world and an INSTA-PARTY. Is there anything cooler than jumping into the middle of a spontaneously formed dance circle and doing some awesome shit? I mean, probably, but who cares about anything else right now. INSTA PARTY!

This MAY have something to do with how my awesome-at-everything boyfriend jumped into a dance circle at the Marriott Marquis atrium level and then him and some b boy got into a dance battle complete with capoeira moves and high kicks. Someone actually yelled out, “THEY’RE DAAAANCE FIIIGHTING!” And it was true.

Also, my personal trainer is quitting to go be an IT guy, so how else am I gonna keep this new and spiffing upper arm strength? WITH POWER MOVES, YOU GUYS.