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let miley dance

rohini and i are unashamed fans of pop princess miley cyrus. we’ll admit that hannah montana is a pretty horrendous show, and rest assured we have no interest in any disney programming that doesn’t involve the jonas brothers, but we know a catchy tune when we dance to one. please buy see you again on itunes if you haven’t already. and if you tell me you hate party in the usa, i’ll tell you you’re a horrible liar. now that i’ve set up our love for miley cyrus allow me to come to her much-needed defense.

it has come to our attention that people are in a tizzy over this miley cyrus “lap dance” video. if you don’t know what i’m talking about, take a look for yourself.

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before i go any further, let me just say that anyone who has a problem with this kind of dancing is clearly someone who doesn’t know how to get down on the dance floor. rohini and i can be seen dancing like this any time we’re out together and in fact i’d say our dancing is probably even a bit more provocative. granted we never go out in shorts that short, but there’s a first time for everything (we did recently purchase rompers).

the institution of sound and reliable journalism that is tmz broke the story when they released this video early yesterday. they wrote:

“Miley — who was 16 at the time — was dancing with 44-year-old Adam Shankman during a wrap party last summer in Georgia for the movie, “The Last Song.” Shankman, who is openly gay, produced the movie as well as “Hairspray” and other flicks and is a judge on “So You Think You Can Dance?”

to answer the above question: yes, it looks like adam and miley can indeed dance. now let us pose a question of our own, what’s the big freaking deal?

anyone who has been to a club or top-40 playing bar has seen far worse. yes, miley is only a teenager, but those dance moves are nothing compared to what will be seen at high school proms nationwide (and what will happen in the backs of cars after). yes, adam shankman is older, but the man isnt interested in what our favorite hollywood jailbait has to offer. so all i see are two people having a platonic, genital-covered, good time on the dance floor.

but apparently this isn’t what it looked like to my peers and fellow journalists. one headline read ‘miley cyrus lap dance – did they have sex?’ talk about sensationalism. the baltimore sun took a far less ridiculous approach, but ridiculous nonetheless. their play-by-play read:

“When he moves to the couch, drink in hand, Miley follows and climbs up to sit on him, where her gyrations get even more intense.”

and then quoted an unattributed source (faux-pas):

“The worst part is that there were little kids at the party and the dancing between Miley and Adam was so dirty that some of the parents actually left the party and took their kids home.”

little kids were at this party? i didn’t see any little kids and if you listen closely you’ll hear this hell-destined duo dancing to these famous lyrics:

To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)

i don’t know why, but somehow i seriously doubt any kids were getting low at this party, and if they were, the upset parents, the same ones who were so disgusted that they held back their gag reflex long enough to tape this video that they then sold to tmz for a pretty penny, should take a hard look at themselves.

and also, last i checked a lap dance requires one party to sit in a chair while the other more active party dances, grinds and rubs against them. whoever mislabeled this as a lap dance needs to get out there, put on some short shorts, back their thing up against a seedy stranger with questionable motives and live a little.

let me just finish with this thought. if the rest of us can nod our heads and move our hips like yeah, why can’t miley party in the u.s.a. too?


and just as an afterthought – if you’re digging the sultry miley like we are, check out her newest music video.



mix & match

making a mix cd for the car is one of the first things we do on our trips home. rohini just landed and we’re immediately leaving for the big city lights of downtown denver. the responsibility of making this trip’s mix (perhaps one of many) fell on me. here it is.

More – Usher

Break your Heart (feat. Ludacris) – Taio Cruz

I Made It (Cash Money Heroes) [feat. Birdman, Jay Sean & Lil Wayne] – Kevin Rudolf

All of Your Life (You Need Love) – Backstreet Boys

BedRock – Young Money & Lloyd

Telephone – Lady Gaga ft. Beyonce

Tie Me Down (feat. Ray J) – New Boyz

Party in the USA – Miley Cyrus

Pursuit of Happiness (Nightmare) [feat. MGMT & Ratatat] – Kid Cudi

Dancing in the Moonlight – Toploader

Blah Blah Blah – Ke$ha ft. 3OH!3

Reverse Cowgirl – T-Pain

Human – The Killers

Use Somebody – Kings of Leon

Hey Soul Sister – Train

Naturally – Selena Gomez & the Scene

United State of Pop 2009 (Blame It on the Pop) – DJ Earworm

Beautiful – Akon

Good Girls Go Bad (feat. Leighton Meester) – Cobra Starship

One More Time – Daft Punk

Oh My Gosh [feat. Will.I.Am] – Usher

drivers of the denver metro area beware. cloudy with a chance of car dancing. definite chance of reckless car dancing.


rohini and i are both flying home this afternoon! i’m scheduled to arrive at 8pm and Rohini isn’t getting in until 11 (i’m keeping my fingers crossed with this snow). After a long day of work/school and travel, the average human being would likely call it a night. lucky for us, rohini and i aren’t your average humans and have quite the busy itinerary planned for ourselves. take a look.

rohini and i will…

– be reunited after 2 long weeks apart

– share a great big hug that will likely involve a combination of squealing, laughing, jumping and maybe even some tongue

– see the proud loving faces of our parents, followed immediately by their looks of disappointment when we both go rushing out the front door

– drive around car dancing to a mix cd of all of our current favorite songs

– go to Lodo’s, our most favoritest bar in Denver

– dance with a dozen men who will get the wrong idea

– repeatedly say “i wish we could do this every weekend”

– overstay our welcome at Village Inn as we inhale veggie omelets, french fries and pie

– even consider a stop at Del Taco for cheesecake bites, and by “consider” I mean definitely go

– make plans for the rest of our weekend. plans should include but are not limited to: the mall, chipotle, noodles & company, a movie, lots of pictures, driving around, spending time with friends, more downtown and more dancing

– return home way later than we’ll tell our parents we did the next morning

– get some much needed sleep in our beds at home

– have laughed and smiled and laughed all night long :)

day/night savings

Dear readers,

Please accept our most sincere apologies. We have not been upholding our promise of providing you with a steady stream of posts and endless laughter. I promise to write one tomorrow when I make my voyage from DC to New York. Until then, this little itinerary will have to do the trick. I am so very excited to see Rohini, Megan and Rachel again! What’s sad is we’ll only have about 33 hours together, so this is the very busy itinerary that we have planned.

– Yang gets in at approx. 10pm
– Friday night dancing
– rocking out to Rockband
– frozen yogurt at 16 Handles
– watch a movie with our pal Michael
– eat the delicious corn at Café Habana
– Chipotle for lunch
– try to do some shopping (this will more likely be window shopping, because neither one of us has money)
– chilling
– Dinner to celebrate Megan’s birthday
– Saturday night dancing
– followed by a 24 hour diner. I’m thinking either Veselka or Yaffa Café
– one last sleepover
– rohini leaves in the morning :(
– lots and lots of pictures

more stories to come!

the case of the koala costume

I’ve been invited to an Olympics-themed costume party this weekend that I may or may not attend. I say this not because I have busy social calendar, but because getting dressed up as a figure skater is something that I just don’t have the resources or body for. Thinking about this costume party got me thinking about a special night long ago in the fall of 1999. Here’s the story:

Rohini and I first met about two weeks into our sixth-grade year. Our initial meeting was delayed because the fine administrators at Laredo Middle School put me on team 6-5, the team for students in ESL (English as a Second Language). I had just moved from Montreal, Canada in late July, and while yes, I did attend a French school, my written and spoken English was just as good if not better than the average American pre-teen’s  (I believe the term is now colloquially known as tweens). I tried arguing this placement right away, but I guess the case that I made for myself, in perfectly fluent English, was just not convincing enough. Go figure.

A week or so later, after taking both an English and math placement exam that certified my genius, I joined Rohini on the much-coveted team 6-6. I’d like to say that I still resent Laredo Middle School for not placing me on this team from the get go. Moving and going to a new school in a new country is not an easy thing for an 11 year-old. I was still fragile from saying goodbye to my friends in Canada, and had to say goodbye to new friends yet again. I ended up having no trouble making friends on my new team, but I resent the school for what it made me do to my first ever locker partner. I had to break this poor girl’s heart when I told her I was changing teams, leaving her without a locker buddy for the rest of the year. Due to Laredo’s administrative slip up, this poor young woman probably blames me for ruining her middle school social life. And since I never heard anything about her in high school, I assume she blames me for ruining that and still being a virgin as well.

But back to the topic at hand.

Our long-time friend Anandi also had her beginnings on team 6-5. Why? I couldn’t tell you. But her acuteness was probably overlooked just as mine was. Let’s stop and think about that for a second. We were two young Indian and Chinese girls. What were they thinking not applying racial stereotypes? Anyways… Anandi has an early November birthday and her 12th birthday party was the first American social function that I ever had the pleasure of attending. Since her birthday is so close to Halloween, the party was originally slated as a costume party.  I was in the same predicament then that I’m in right now; I had no idea what costume to don. To my good fortune, on the day of the party, my house phone rang (remember how we used to call each other’s homes?) with a call from the birthday girl herself. The dress code was no longer being enforced. I could go dressed in one of my awesome 6th grade outfits. Victory!

At about 6pm, a dozen of the coolest 6th grade girls began rolling in to the party, all dressed in the latest fashions from Kohl’s…all but one. As she was making her round of phone calls in the morning, Anandi forgot to call Rohini. There Rohini was in all of her homemade koala Beanie Baby costume glory, complete with a big red TY tag.

Rohini’s reaction on this night, dear readers, is when I first knew she and I would be friends for a very long time, because after the initial mortification, embarrassment and laughter, Rohini brushed it off, took off her koala head, and we danced the night away doing the “rubber knees,” a popular 80s dance move where you cross and uncross your arms as you open and close your knees (yes, I looked up the name). From that day forward, Rohini has and always will be my favorite dance partner. Our dancing repertoire has also made major advancements since then.

Lessons learned from this experience:
– When going to a costume party, wear a costume with a removable head
– When you plan a costume party and change the theme at the last minute, make a list of all invitees before you call all but one
– We really need to bring back the “rubber knees” dance move
– I can and always have been able to speak English

I believe it’s necessary to point out that while Rohini’s koala headpiece looked like a lot of work on the part of her mother, the body of her costume consisted only of a grey sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweat pants. The boyish Rohini from back in the day would have probably worn that to the party anyway.

Years later, we threw Anandi a surprise costume birthday party. This was a good idea until we all realized the birthday girl herself wouldn’t be in costume (how the tables had turned). Rohini had the greatest costume ever. She went dressed as Mohatma Gandhi, a costume complete with bald cap, glasses and cane. I went as his wife. We made a beautiful couple.

Lady in Redd

Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been waiting for it all year and it’s finally here. The countdown to my birthday celebration has officially begun!

Now that the Super Bowl is over we can finally focus all of our attention on my birthday. I will turn 22 years old in 11 days, but more importantly Rohini and our dearest friend Megan will be joining me for what will surely be a weekend to remember. There are a few other fantastic ladies who may also be in attendance, but Rohini and Megan are the only two who have made their travel arrangements and I love them for it.

I actually love them for many more reasons, and since my love for Rohini is already well-publicized in the posts of this blooming blog, allow me to show some love for Megan Reddish.

Megan and I have known each other for quite some time. We first met in our freshman year of high school when we took Drawing and Painting 2. Yeah, that’s right, we were artistic prodigies in an upperclassmen arts class. High five. Megan was hard to miss, she was a tall, blue-eyed blonde (still is, a natural one I might add) with a laugh that I can only describe as horse-like. This description isn’t news to Megan. I remember using that exact term soon after meeting her (I was awesome). Adding to her charm, she also had a knack for wearing eccentric outfits and sporting multi-colored clothespins in her hair, a hair trend that both started and ended with dear Megan. We had a couple of other classes together as well, but wouldn’t become close friends until a couple years later. Had you told young, braces-wearing me that Rohini and I would later be the lives of the party with the girl who looked like she just survived a violent laundry cycle, I would have asked you what you were smoking. Megan? Megan with the horse laugh? What? Rohini drinking? Double what?? Fortunately, as Megan has grown into a mature young woman she’s also gotten a handle on that laugh of hers. And although our friendship was off to a slow start, we’ve managed to make up for loss time.

Not only is she funny, beautiful, and smart, Megan is also one of our most reliable friends. When Rohini and I dial Megan’s number to ask her if she wants to do something, we already know her answer is going to be yes before the first ring. Calling her is really just a formality so we’re not interrupting any love-making or moving of “typeface” (whatever that means) when we pick her up. If fun is to be had you can bet Megan will be there.

To illustrate her dedication to the pursuit of fun let me tell you about a night in the summer of 09. That summer was a rough one for Megan. She broke her elbow in a violent motorcycle accident (not entirely true, but it makes for a better story to show off her badass scar). Megan wasn’t wearing a helmet at the time. That part is true, true and stupid. Did her arm sling and extreme pain keep her from going out and having a good time? No. And if you hesitated for a second, you clearly haven’t been paying attention to anything that I’ve written about her so far. Megan, who had just been in surgery a few days prior, went with us to Lodo’s, our favorite Denver bar, when our other friends had prior commitments. Now that’s dedication. Had I been in her shoes, I’m ashamed to say it, but I don’t think I would have had her resolve. She is my hero. Earlier that night Megan had been on painkillers that she couldn’t mix with alcohol, but as soon as the 4-6 hour time window passed, Megan announced, “It’s 11 o’clock. I can drink now.” That’s my girl.

This last winter break was quite possibly one of the best times of my young adult life. I was finally through with school and spent the entirety of my temporary freedom eating, rotting my brain with movies and internet, and going out. I’m both sad and proud that I spent most of my time with Rohini and Megan. Sad because this means I spent little time with my parents and happy because I had a blast dancing up a storm and eating at Del Taco and Village Inn at 3 in the morning. It was a wonderful way to end the decade and an even better way start the new one.

o.m.g. I am so excited for next weekend!!!

sans wingman

Last night Megan and I went to Lodo’s without our favorite third musketeer.  Don’t let the smiles in the above picture fool you.  Something (someone) was most definitely missing.  Upon returning home from a fun, but incomplete night I recalled a piece I wrote earlier this year for my Creative Non-Fiction class that captures what exactly was absent from our Thursday festivities.  I would like to share it with you now.

Yang dances her own dance. Hips moving everywhere all at once with a mischievous smile that screams “I’m goofy, come dance with me.”  She’s trendy, classy all the traits you would expect in an aspiring journalist, but once she hits the dance floor, heads will turn, I will laugh and Yang will showcase the latest hit moves from her repertoire.  “I know I may not be a good dancer.  But the way I dance, no one can imitate that.”  Classic Yang remark on the Classic Yang dance.

Yang is the best car dancer I know. Driving while dancing might be considered reckless activity.  Driving while Yang’s dancing, that’s just asking for an accident.  But I boom the latest hip hop tunes and oblige her nevertheless because watching her on the dance floor is nothing compared to seeing her bust a move with the steering wheel.

Yang can dance anywhere. Whether she’s jamming at a club, making eyes with the cutest guy, or strutting down the aisles of our local grocery store twirling the shopping cart to easy listening music, the beat flows from within her.  People may stop and stare but she’s always shaking like she don’t care.  Straight jet-black hair tosses from side to side as she rocks her head.  She looks back at me with her full face smile, the kind of smile that’s on the verge of breaking into laughter, beckoning me to partake in the grocery store music video the security cams must be catching.  I twirl around as she twirls the cart and we both rock to the beat.