Dancing like a hippie

I've never been what one would call a "good dancer." In fact, I'm godawful, and I'm pretty self-conscious about it. So the other night, when I went to see a local jam band play, I was perfectly willing to hang out by the pool table and drink my beer. Well, as these things happen, my friends and I ended up at the dance floor. And I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of this girl who was getting her funky on. Her dancing was a cross between Stomp, African Zumba, and "Rumpshaker." It was totally jacked-up and yet so awesome. It was then I realized that I, too, could dance like a hippie. In fact, next to that, I was Twyla freakin' Tharp. And I felt self-conscious no longer. In fact, I felt pretty fly. 

Hippies rule.