Confused and Speechless

Last night I went to see a movie with one of the hottest chicks in Winnipeg, everyones favorite Miss Quicksilver. We wandered in and as we paid for our tickets we spotted a rather gangly, rather awkward looking fellow up on the Dance Dance Revolution type arcade machine. We giggled and wondered why a fellow such as that might think that a movie theatre was the place to rock it out but thought not much more of it beyond that. However, as we passed him, making our way to the concession stand, something shiny caught my eye. Something gold and stripey made me look twice. They were running shoes. Fancy running shoes that not one, but TWO young men were wearing.

Now let me paint a picture for you. Once the shiny gold running shoes caught our eyes, we were naturally drawn upward to where not one, but TWO young men were sporting shorts and cut off tshirts. In November. In minus 3 degree celcius weather. In a movie theatre. On a thursday night. At 9:30. Adding to the curiosity of it all were the duffle bags they had. It was mesmerizing. What was going to come out of the duffle bags? Why were they in shorts? Why the fuck did their SHOES match?? I was staring so intently, trying to figure out how to take a picture discreetly and without a flash so as not to draw attention to myself, that didn't even notice when it was my turn to pay way too much for popcorn. I was hooked.

Suddenly, whislt getting straws and such, I smacked MissQ in the arm and said, ''Oh my good god they brought their own towels! They are wiping down the dance floor area with their own towels! Someone please explain this to me!"

It was disturbing and confusing and drawing a crowd of confused and disturbed looking people. No one knew quite what to do or say or think. Do you mock them? Heckle them? Cheer for them? What would they do, these shoe-matching, towel-toting young men? And then the music started.

It was like the rest of the world was suddenly blocked out. They were focused. They were intense. They were ready to Dance Dance like nobodies effing business. They stood there, reached their hands behind their bodies, grasped the bar (which I had assumed was their so that no one would fall off but apparenly its for balance??), and their gold lamme sneaks went crazy.

Their feet were on fire. Their brows glistened. They were in perfect unison. And it looked completely retarded. They danced like it was a perfectly normal thing to do at 9:30 on a thursday night. They danced like there was not a group of 10 eighteen year old boys staring at them, unable to process the scene, unable to even say anything rude or nasty because really? What was there to say. They danced like nobody was watching and like their lives depended on it. They danced like the really really bad dancers on the So You Think You Can Dance auditions who actually BELIEVE that they can indeed dance. And we could not think of a single thing to say. (ok, thats not entirely true. There were a few "What the fuck is that?" and "Holy crap thats messed up" 's thrown out there but thats it).

We stared and giggled and wandered off to our theatre and thought of nothing but roller derby for the next two hours. As we walked out of the theatre on a derby high, there they were. Still dancing. Only this time, much much sweatier. Well that explains the towels. Arms shiny, hair dripping, high scores flashing, still dancing. Thinking of it now, I still don't know exactly what to think of those two strange boys, in a movie theatre, on a thursday night, fully geared-up, for over 2 hours, dancing on a machine. Like I said to Miss Q after our first glimpse of the boys in action, it was like an episode of Degrassi gone bad.