My Crew’s Dance Battle
My dance crew is having a mad huge dance battle this Saturday in some crunk old warehouse down on Pier 12. You all need to get there, ‘cause it’s set to be sick, yo. Maybe bring with you some cheese or a bottle of wine.
What all was that Reisling we had at your house warming party? That was scary grapefruity. Yo, you gotta bring that Reisling to my crew’s dance battle. They mad love Reisling.
We're up against the Phat Imposturz, and better believe we’re bringing it. Hard. Those punks best start prayin', ‘cause they're 'bout to get schooled.
Speaking of, how’s Dakota’s new Montessori school? I rolled by on my way to yoga, and that school is stupid beautiful, Son. That mural of the Earth and the Moon holding hands? Them shits is mad lovely. Yo, you gotta hit me up on whether or not they do peanut-free for my lil’ thug, Dashiell.
But, yo, you gotta come to my dance battle. It’s gonna be crazy! Everybody’s coming--Sweet Pete, Drrrty Munk, Leslie, Gail, Bernie from accounting, Mrs. Hawthorn, Tight Rydz. Son, I ain't seen Bernie from accounting in a minute! And, remember that little 'hood girl from down in payroll? Ruth Epstein? You know she’s gonna be there!
I tell you, Son, this Hip Hop/Jazz/Tap class at the YMCA is the best thing I’ve done since those pastry lessons back in the day. I can't wait for y'all to check my crew's dance battle/class recital.
