Polecat,
You have a good memory. Actually, I was a little disappointed that you didn't show, because you were one of my biggest supporters. I had a feeling that I might even be able to learn a little break-dancing from yourself, even as skilled as I am.
It never happened, man. Here's what happened:
I showed up at the SB party fully intending on putting on a half-time show for the gang. I had my grey metallic parachute pants on and a nifty pair of black leather gloves with their fingertips cut out.
As the clock wound to 0:00 in the first half, I heard bahama mama in the back of the room chanting, 'kosssssar, kosssssar'. I knew what she wanted.
It was somewhat tight quarters in the room, but I looked around and found a spot that I thought would be suitable. I looked over to madjack, who was seated next to me. He winked and said, 'do it man, do it like you've never done it before'.
I hit the floor and went into my patented head-spin double windmill kick-out. Well, I didn't allow for enough room and fractured my ankle on a table leg.
I then decided to wow the crowd with some arm action, given as how I could barely walk at this point with my ankle and all. I went into a double king-tut, extented-length back and forth tic manuever. T-bonez was less than amused when my return tic struck her flush in her right eye.
Raymond, being the gentleman that he is, bumrushed me, intent on major bodily harm. While running away, I tried to explain to him that it was an accident. He wasn't buying it. Thank God Ctown guy was there to run interference, or I would have been meat.
But polecat, I *did* perfect one move that I had been working on for the previous 6 months, on that trip. Some of us enjoyed a party in my room earlier that weekend, and with the backdrop of Hoops, Jack, Jack Sr., Ironlock, Barfly and Gatorbait all singing, ' Go Kosar, it's your birthday', I finally did it!!!
I did the 'ultra-worm'. That is the move where you flip yourself from one bed to the other without using your arms or legs, just your stomach. I looked like a graceful dolphin as I flipped myself over the gulf between beds using only my incredibly well-toned stomach. It was incredible, man!!!
That said, I sure hope you can make it out there this year. I need a good manager!
