So when I danced with Matt last night, I noticed that Cleveland news, channel 5 was standing by to capture the happy event. 30+ of us loyal dancers were waiting for our turn to dance badly and represent Cleveland the best way we knew how.

The news anchor interviewed a family from Indiana who drove all the way to Detroit yesterday for their dance, but missed the filming by 10 minutes. So they drove home and then drove up to Cleveland to be a part of our dance.

Everyone applauded for the family’s efforts and I suddenly felt bad for silently complaining about my 35 minute commute downtown in our poop car that doesn’t have air conditioning and nearly imploded behind the RTA transit bus that was going slower than a senior citizen on rollerblades.

I wasn’t interviewed, which was fine with me. The last thing I wanted was to be talking about how AWESOMELY ADDICTED I am to the YouTube video that I watch regularly after a bad day and when Nick walks through the door, he finds me giggling hysterically with tears rolling down my face and flooding my eyes as I blindly reach for the mouse to hit PLAY again.

“I think you’re responsible for about 400 of the 37 millions hits on his video,” Nick hypothesized.

At least, I thought.

So, last night, on the evening news at 11pm, Nick and I were waiting to hear how the dancing sensation came to Cleveland and the small cult that loyally showed up to be apart of the next dancing movement. We were half listening to a story about the recent flashmobs that have caused a bit of a ruckus here in Cleveland and then suddenly, I see a small version of myself on the news, arms crossed and staring at the ground, waiting for the dancing to begin. Nick points and yells, “THERE YOU ARE!”

I was wearing a cream and lavendar sundress and was easy to pick out.

The news narrator was talking about the difference that can exist in “flashmobs.” When social media is used for good (insert quick video of the group dancing and I see myself dancing SO HORRIBLY and PROUDLY), community grows and everyone enjoys it. When social media is used for bad reasons (insert footage of teens fighting in Cleveland after someone Twitters a location for teens to meet and hundreds of teens with nothing to do show up and trouble begins), “the city will come down hard on these individuals who cause disruption to society” —

CUE THE UPCLOSE FOOTAGE OF ME DANCING LIKE A MAD WOMAN AND TWIRLING IN MY SUNDRESS SWEATING LIKE A WRESTLER.

Oh. My. LORD.

Nick starts man-squealing and half-hugging me, “THERE YOU ARE!” He points out again.

A whirling nightmare of creme and lavender blotch up the TV as I watch myself dance. OH GOD.

What have I done?

I have decided to wear sunglasses as a disguise in case anyone watched the 11pm news last night.
And I am considering whether or not I should burn that lavender sundress, too.