Death by Run DMC

The other day I was showering, listening to tunes, when a third of the way into my Roid Monkeys II playlist, Run DMC's "It's Like That" came on.
Having recently decided that despite the stark paleness of my skin I had a glimmering of "the beat inside", songs with the rhythm of 80's hip hop creates an urge in me to start boogying.

See how ballin' I so obviously am:



I would like to say that this was 100% halloween costume but the truth is I wear each and every one of those items on a regular basis. Okay. Maybe not the gold boombox chain. But I really should.

Howevery, I hadn't quite calculated involuntary dance movements + bathtub out when showering and as soon as I heard the first few lines my head started bobbing. Next, I found my knees bending a little as the rest of my body followed suit and all of a sudden I unleashed the dual arm throw-out, commonly seen in dance-offs that indicates rivalry and gangsta-ness. Unfortunately, this was no dance studio or club floor or even paved school yard, and the glossy surface of the ceramic bathtub failed to hold me as I started giving it my all.

This was probably #2 on my near-death life experiences, a close runner-up to the time I visited Vietnam and tried to cross the street. As a result, I will attempt to avoid Roid Monkeys II when I shower, and instead choose to listen to the more soothing and less dance-off inducing Chill The Eff Out playlist, unless my body thinks it can stop and lock to Jack Johnson's songs from the Curious George soundtrack. If you don't hear from me next week, at least you'll know why. And probably listen to "Upside Down" a little less often. I guess it's like that, and that's the way it is.