![]() This would be true about me in any scenario – on a bus or in a supermarket, for example – so if you put me in an environment where the dancing is actually encouraged? Forget it. I will be performing some seriously committed hair whip-arounds. Let me take a moment to explain to you that when this song comes on, I am powerless against my urge to dance. But then, low and behold, a certain song came blasting through the speakers: Lenny Kravitz’s “American Woman.” In an effort to avoid smacking either one of us in the face – her, to make her stop talking myself, to have something to focus on besides an anecdote about her latest screenplay – I’d decided to leave. Everyone else was coupled off save for a gal named Deirdre who spent a solid two hours explaining to me just how well her career in acting/writing/directing was going. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if, by 2014, Coyote Ugly had a ride at Disney World.Īnyway, I arrived at this birthday party only to discover that I was one of two single people in attendance. There was a time when Coyote Ugly, as an entity, required a bit of explanation. ![]() And it is with these moves tucked neatly into my back pocket that I arrived to a friend’s 25th birthday party at Coyote Ugly. Well, I emerged from the experience with the moves necessary to dominate any lay-person’s dance floor: At weddings, bat/bar mitzvahs, at the club. How to “walk sexy.” How to “drop” my “junk” to the “flo’.” Killing time backstage over the course of the months we worked together, they taught me everything I know: Party moves. And though I lacked any formal dance training, I made my rounds on the comedy circuit while in my early 20s, and wound up working a bachelorette party stage show with no fewer than three male strippers. The way my best friend once described it: “It’s like, one second you’re in your chair eating a slice of cake or whatever, then the next second you’re shimmying so hard I’m, like, ‘OMG: I’m worried her head’s gonna fall off.’ You go from zero to 60 like that.” I hear a song that moves me, and I commit. ![]() Anything from, “My Uncle Morty loved your dancing!” to “You really got the party started!” My dancing skillz come down to one word: Commitment. I’ve never been to a wedding where the thank you note for whatever I picked off the registry didn’t do exactly that. FOUND by catnthecradle!! Coyote Ugly - It's Lady's Night at Coyote Ugly & both boys dance on the barĪnd because I'm an idiot, anything where Dean meets Xander Harris during Xander's post Graduation road trip? Especially that point in time, down in Oxnard, when a male stripper at the Ladies Room called out sick, and "no power on this Earth will make (Xander) tell the rest of that story.Here’s a thing I can promise: If you invite me to your wedding, your other guests will comment on the quality of my dancing. Two great recs from anon_fan and catnthecradle down in comments!!Īlso, anyone remember the fic where Sam dances on the bar in Coyote Ugly in Vegas to one song, then Dean gets up there and brings the house down doing a routine to "Pour Some Sugar on Me"? Jess got Sam the lessons as a joke, while Dean danced for money at some point in the past. Okay, any retellings of Coyote Ugly Jared and Jenson style? Don't care who's the songwriter/bartender and who's the boyfriend. ![]()
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