Basix has got the moves!

Now, yesterday, I went to a very fancy party. It was my friend's Quinceanera, and I was supposed to dress super nicely. So, to be prepared, I bought some black dress shoes, black dress pants, and a very nice pink button-up shirt. And so, until the day of the party, I relaxed and stayed on the off-topic forums all day. And then, Saturday night hits. I'm forced to log off the forums, and take a 20-minute shower, and actually washing myself well this time. I get out of the shower, dry off, and decide to finally get dressed up. I start with the socks. Now, I could move on and say that putting on my dad's dress socks was easy, I'll be honest. It took me 4 or 5 tries per sock to get it facing the right way, and for the lumps to stop poking out. Then, It's time for the pants. Luckily, I had no trouble getting the pants on. Now for the shirt. I grab my peachy pink freshly ironed shirt and put it on. I tuck my shirt in, roll my sleeves up, and I'm almost done. But, there's one last obstacle. The belt. This is legitimately the first time I have ever worn a belt in my entire life. Luckily for me, with the genius self I am, I figure out the system.  Before I leave, I put an extreme amount of gel in my hair and spray some cologne. I use a lint roller to get some lint off my pants, and I'm free to go. Yaysies! It's a 30-minute drive, so I enjoy OTF once more before I leave.

Now, I should mention that I know, like, nobody here. But as soon as I walk in the door, all of the women look my way. That could of course of be because of the fact that I almost trip on my way in, but that's beside the point. I start socializing with people, and talking to them about... I don't really know. I used my classic "How are you doing today?"  followed by a " what have you been up to lately? to talk to everyone. Simple, but effective.  Soon, it's time for the opening ceremony, where she shares a dance with different family members, and they bring her traditional gifts for the party. There is a nice slideshow, as well. Then I get to have a nice meal. I had a really fancy salad as my appetizer. I also learned that apparently, people find you weird if you eat salad without any dressing, and just eat it raw like me. But I hate dressing, so it's whatever. I eat this very fancy chicken, along with vegetables, trying my very very hardest to eat as slowly and formally as impossible. I even cut up my own chicken. I awkwardly take sips of tea every once in a while, lmfao. But after all of this, I have a choice to make. 

The choice is whether to dance with everyone on the dance floor awkwardly, or to stand in the corner like an absolute weirdo. Well, the choice was difficult, but after a moment, I join the other awkward boys on the very corner of the dance floor, doing the weirdest dance moves... ever. I was just swaying back and forth, and moving my arms and legs as I pleased, having no fking clue what I was doing! But then, the "Wobble" song plays, and I start to finally find my groove! I finally learn the moves, but only a few seconds late from watching someone else more experienced than me, duh. And then the next song is "hips don't lie" by Shakira. Well, I knew I couldn't let my hips lie on this song, so I start doing some crazy dance moves and shaking my hips and yelling the song at the top of my lungs. And that's when I start to realize that I'm like, the best dancer ever. I start going into the middle of the dance circle to show off my amazing moves. I dance with some new friends of mine. After a bit, I feel like grabbing a piece of fancy cake from the table in the corner. 

This cake is the size of a wedding cake, and extremely fancy. It's a chocolate cake, with white vanilla icing. Sooo, I grab a nice slice of cake, and before I know it, the cake disappeared from my plate! Not knowing where it went, it only made sense to get another slice of cake, no matter how awkward it was to go up and get a second slice. And so, I did. And with no regrets.

It's around 9:00pm after I eat my tw- single slice of cake. It's time to dance again! I see a group dance is going on, and I decide to join in. Ah, yes, the cha-cha slide. Even someone as uncoordinated as me could do this. We do a few more group dances, when it's time for the teenagers to take over the floor, as we hear Rhianna playing. During this part of the party, I mostly did I lot of jumping. In doubt, I would always move my shoulders up and down, like I was boxing in slow motion. Either that, or rolling my fists alternating ways, or something completely random like such. Of course, this was all while singing extremely loudly all of the white girl songs they had for me. And then, I start feeling myself, and like the popular swexy guy I am, I start breaking into the big circle and showing off my moves. Whether the cheers from everybody were out of sympathy for my poor dance moves or my amazing natural talent for it all is up to you. Before I know it, I'm dancing with all of the girlies I don't even know, and I even learned how to twirl someone. I do this until about 10:30, until I'm sweaty asf and need a drink. During this time, I take some pictures with friends, with funny accessories to use for them in the photo booth. Around this time, it's time to slow dance. 

I know it's probably pretty impossible for imagine your beloved basix the swexy slow dancing with anyone. And I can relate, since I can't even believe I did it at all. But when the music turns slow, and a girl you don't know asks you to dance, I guess it's your duty to accept. Either that, or you can run off and eat cake in the corner the rest of the party. Oh wait. So, I force myself to slow dance for this song. And let me just say, that you cannot step as you move. I learned that apparently, you have to step and slide your other foot, no matter which direction. But luckily, my peachy perfect pink shirt and my geled hair made up for it, since she taught me how to. It's also worth mentioning that during this awkward encounter, and I am actively telling her that I am a terrible dancer. I don't know how much she had to drink, but she said "No, you're doing fine *laughs*". So that was quite the experience. I genuinely think I stepped on her feet at least 5 times. Keek! But apprently, that wasn't even the end. Another slow song played. I walk off the dance floor to get some water, or something, but my friend's extremely wasted sister wants to slow dance with me... Keep in mind, she is 20 years old, and I'm only 14, so it was kind of weird. But luckily, I never stepped on her feet, and we just like, hugged and swayed from side to side. 

By the time 11:30 hits, most everyone has already left. I just stand around, awkwardly dancing. There are mostly just fun songs, where everyone is screaming and jumping around. I twirl people around, dance with people, copy them, and everything in between. The final song hits, and the lights turn on at midnight. I grab one last slice of cake and a bottle of water and leave the party with a friend of mine. 

Believe it or not, dancing and jumping around for 6 hours is tiring as hell. So, what did I learn here? I learned how to slow dance, and got a bit of practice on a few people, which was nice. I learned that it's perfectly fine to awkwardly dance, rather than not trying at all. I learned that no dressing on salad is weird. I learned that twirling someone looks fancy, and that it's so easy to do. I learned that not relieving yourself for 6 hours straight after drinking a ton of water and Coke isn't the best for you. At least my pee was clear, and I was hydrated. I learned that despite how good fancy cake tastes, 3 slices are a bit much. And most importantly, I learned that I have the moves. I am a great dancer, and singer. From "Hips don't lie" to "Bye bye" my hips kept moving, and never lied. My arms are a bit tired, and my legs got a bit of a workout, which was nice.

That's all from your dear basix. I hope you enjoyed reading ths as much as I enjoyed writing it. Although, I could've told my story better. But after an hour of writing, I don't want to. Mwah. Keek!

Cool

me too

then leave?

proof that its well written: i managed to get through half of it!

Then don't water down the posts by saying "I'm illiterate!"

common sense

I'm surprised you were able to dance on the floor after I tore it up. I was also on stage during that one DJ intermission. Did'ya see me? On my guitar, I played & sung my heart out.

It’s a great story! Why do I feel like Basix ate two slices of cake tho

i have finished it!

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girl no one is mad 💀

Ohhhhh, that was you? You should've said something.

Not much of one, at least. They were a little tight.

I didnt block you

I mean, I would've, but I had to fix my guitar the whole time. A delivery worker threw a box on it, and it messed up my tuning, and broke the strings and whammy! He said something about needing more cheesecake, and a quirked up white boy eating the whole thing...

girl i didnt block you but okay