take me to krumptown.

it was your typical sunday evening. a small gathering, a nice wine, bread baking in the oven, a movie, beer in bubba kegs... ok wait maybe not so typical. i suppose steven and justin's drinks ruin the sophistication of the description. nevertheless, kristin, gerrie, steven, justin, nathan and myself decided to get together and watch the documentary "rize." the film was interesting, focusing on inner city kids and their anti drug: dance.

all was calm and quiet in 907, until kristin and i decided to sneak off into her room and try some "krumping" of our own. we weren't so good at it, but soon others discovered our attempts. next thing i know, we are in laura's room listening to ratatat.

quickly, the krump frenzy caught on. laura's room was krump city. i krumped it with k-della.

then krumped it with alaska. ok, so his name is really nathan but considering he lived in alaska, that is what we will now refer to him as.

and you can't forget the headbang, which is my own addition to krumping.
then i realized something, i have asthma.

good thing laura called from china! it was so exciting to get to talk to that foxxy lady, and i am positive she is going to make living at 907 this summer so much better for me :) nevertheless, krumping continued.

then michael buble came on, and shit got weird.

(ok so i actually enjoy buble, and justin and i totally owned steven and kristin in a slow song dance-off)

i am glad i got to enjoy the night with people i love, and out of all the dance parties i've had, and trust me i've had A LOT, this one takes the cake. and the proof is in the pics.

-ae