So I took the kids to see the So You Think You Can Dance tour last night and it was super awesome. I'm not going to lie--it was rife with stilted, cornball transitions the likes of which I haven't seen since the Sonny and Cher Show. But still--we came to dance. I mean, didn't we?
The crowd was kuh-razy for Kent. People shrieked. I've never been all that susceptible to his charms but after seeing him live I will say this: He is the exact opposite of unwatchable. And let's hope he stays churchy and small town! (I'm partial to churchy and small-town, personally.) Am I about to show you two guys slow-dancing in tight, light jeans with tank tops? Yes. Would I normally make fun of something like this? Yes. Did I find it moving to the point of just before having tears in my eyes last night? I don't want to say. (In my family this dance is known affectionately as "Footface.")
What can I say? I'm really into pirouettes. Plus: Leroy Johnson from Fame taught me to enjoy that particular cut of pants. (I would personally prefer Neil's foot in my face--you know, if I were in a situation where I had to choose.)
And no matter what anyone ever says or how hard people try to convince me otherwise, I maintain that this is just about the most adorable thing ever in the whole world: