Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Love in An Elevator

This morning as I was waiting alone for the elevator to take me up to paradise, I mean work, the first few bars of Barry White's I'm Gonna Love You Just a Little More Baby began to play over the speakers in the elevator lobby. You know the groove...boomba boomba booooom, ba boo-oo-oom.

It was so out of place and so, somehow, inappropriate. What a naughty way to start the day. I got on the elevator and did a little secret dirty dancing all by myself.


Jen T. (that's me) said...

I like it when they play Sade early in the morning. Gets me feelin' all sultry. And then the doors ding open and I catch a glimpse of my frumpy ass in the elevator mirrors before I step out and it's lost.

Susan in St. Paul said...

I should warn you, Laurie most elevators do have cameras, but I sure you just made those staid security types smile. Compared to what I used to do in elevators, dirty dancing is just fine...

At the state fair a few weeks ago I was standing outside a middle eastern boutique in tha international bizarre (its like a souk), dancing with my friend's 4 yr old to the music. My friend comes up and tells me we are being rather obvious! Well I rarely dance in public so why should I be secretive about it when I actually do it?

I figure if the music moves you, do it! If it feels good, do it, ignore any frumpy ass looks-Jen T. Might as well have fun, you only live once.

Al said...

ohh yah Laurie, you're on film somewhere - just wait, one late night, you won't be able to sleep, turn on the TV and there you'll be - "Hot Paralegals Gone Wild!"

I'd pluck done the $19.95

Laurie said...

Jen - Your ass ain't frumpy.

Susan - I thought dancing was supposed to be obvious.

Al - How did you know I'm hot?