According to my spies, Bobby (and, by association, Cho) got some Dance 360 action going at the wedding reception they recently attended in San Francisco.
What began as a little harmless Tag Your Man* quickly escalated into a feverish Head To Head** when Bobby noticed another lithe male guest slickly breaking out moves described as "all bendy-like." Fueled by alcohol and the sheer competitive spirit seen only when a man tries to best another while consciously showing no acknowledgement of the second male's existence, Elast-o Man and Bobby continued to party like it was 1999...for four hours straight.
Cho, stone cold sober and observing most of the evening from her chair, said she'll never forget the sight. And apparently neither will her family, who were in attendance and had never seen Bobby bust moves at a wedding reception (or otherwise.) They talked about his fancy-free footwork for the rest of the weekend...
"Look!" Cho's mother cheerily joked in her French accent when a television show came on with people doing crazy dances, "Eetz Bobby!"
(SIDENOTE: I've only been in one dance battle myself, when my brother's ex-girlfriend and I had a Dance Dance Revolution face-off at Dave & Buster's in Pittsburgh. Though many of my most embarrassing pitfalls have been documented on this blog and by family members/friends in a format most historians would call "verbal folk tales," I can say with certainty that DDR made me feel my most clumsy in years. Why, my own mother was laughing so hard watching that she actually cried. As one cousin said after hearing that I broke my arm on the Park City snowboarding trip, "Well, we always knew that you weren't exactly graceful on your feet.")
The San Fran "Duel of Dance" ended in a draw, which was fortunate for Bobby's opponent. Bobby himself told me that defeat meant Rubber Man was "gettin' cut." Ok...he didn't actually use those exact words...but wouldn't this ending be absolutely brilliant had he?
Bobby, I only provide photographic evidence because I care. And...c'mon — these are TOO good not to show the entire inter-net!
Hmm...where have I seen these two = trouble before?
Holla! Cho and the Bump join in to take no prisoners.
Never content to merely prey on the forty-somethings doing the "sway dance," he goes straight to the source — Tracie, the bride!
My recently healed arm is scared of that lip bite...which is sure to make an encore appearance at Half Pint + Mr. Car's nuptials at the end of this month. DAMN!
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* to tag in the next D360 dancer
** a dance-off between two D360 contestants
Crocker's got the moves. See more:
http://pantheon.yale.edu/~gdp5/wedding/wedding-Pages/Image44.html
http://pantheon.yale.edu/~gdp5/wedding/wedding-Pages/Image46.html
I'm relieved there's no photographic evidence lying around of MY moves during 'Sweet Child of Mine'...
Posted by: Crocker Fan | Friday, 07 April 2006 at 06:35 PM
I'd like to add that the slightly intimidated looking cutie in the blue cardigan is my littlest sister Christina, who was told in no uncertain terms by Bobby that she WOULD be staying on the dance floor with him the whole time. And she definitely wasn't going to argue with a man in a vest.
Posted by: cho cho | Thursday, 06 April 2006 at 11:15 AM