I Got Served (April 23rd)

I forgot to mention it, mainly because I didn't take pics that night so I was waiting for Christine to send 'em to me. But at Tropicos, a club in Cairns, I got served. It's not hard to believe, but it highlighted my need to practice more.

The night started a week before, when I was reading about stuff to do in Cairns. I read about this "Nightmoves" hiphop dance school that was having an open freestyle session at a place called MyBar. Further research on MyBar turned up this short, but extremely sweet description: "Karaoke + Hiphop."

Could it be?

No, it couldn't. We stopped by there, but the bouncer said it was really slow and wasn't worth the cover. That's how good it was.

So we moseyed over to Tropicos which was playing good music when we walked past it before. They continued to play the same good music, over and over again in 1 hour sets. Regardless, we were dancing, when a couple of guys (who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood) came over when I was trying to pop and/or lock. One of them stepped up to me, and busted out some moves, and then I replied. And then he and his buddy started going at the same time. And I was only able to do the same thing I just did. I hung my head in shame. I should have done something to Achy Breaky Heart.