My Querenica is the dance floor. As I walk into the room, I hear my favorite song playing and I run like I'm getting chased by a bull dog towards the dance floor. While rushing to get a spot on the dance floor, I see a variety of people, some short, some tall, some of them are wearing dresses, others are wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
When I finally get on the dance floor, I go all out! Me and my friends do the dougie, the cat-daddy and fist pumping. "Im gunnah fist pump till my hand falls off!" Said, Kassidy and I. We shouted the lyrics to the songs as well as the other people. As we dance, we see a mob full of people running to the dance floor and they look like their faces are morphed as they cool, air con blows their faces like a balloon.
But, as soon as they rush on in, I get away from the crowd because the scent the smell of juicy, barbeque ribs, smoky huli huli chicken and other entrees catch my attention. I run between the tables as the cool air brushes against my face and grab a plate and start chowing down on the ono food. After I wipe my lips with the nicely and delicately folded napkin, i approach the dance floor until they played a slow song.
I sat back down at my table, alone, no one to talk to, bored out of my mind. I decided to leave until someone finally asked me to dance. I had a big smile almost 10 feet wide! Our dance got ruined because the DJ played a energetic, fist pumping song.
All in all, every night always ends good with a top hit song.
