Dance Party

Last night I was walking home on a sports bar-ridden street at about 9:15 p.m., right after the Lakers and Celtics game and I found myself in the middle of an impromptu dance party.

The participants, however, were not the usual suspects.

Suspect A:

A mid-twenties, long-limbed, awkward Pakistani man who clearly could not hold his alcohol.

Suspect B:

An 80-85 year-old woman, approximately 5 feet tall frail lady with a little bonnet over her white hair, carrying a bag of groceries.

Suspect A, a clear Lakers fan, was parading through the street with his friends, dancing and doing twirls while singing. He and Suspect B crossed paths and he decided to dance up against her. As I was walking behind her, I had the perfect view of this shit show unraveling, but I was pleasantly surprised to see the grandma start dancing WITH him!

Oh sweet Jesus, it was an awesome site. I didn't know if she was also a Lakers fan, or if she just wanted to get down and dirty, but she had some serious hip movement. The story would have been so adorable if that was the end. But it's not.

Suspect A's dancing began to appear more like stumbling, and after a few seconds of blissful dance moves, drunken Suspect A lost his balance and fell on top of Suspect B. I, thankfully, was there to hold up Suspect B.

As Suspect A walked away I said to Suspect B, "I think he had too much to drink." She nodded, smiled and then said, "and that's the way it should be."

Awesome.