Showing posts with label Dancing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dancing. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Halloween Wrap Up and Other BIts

So it's election day and I've got some stuff from Halloween that I haven't posted yet.

First off, the Halloween Half Marathon:

I trained for it ever since the school year started. I got pretty fast at the end. I was able to run 8 miles in an hour and was feeling pretty good about how well I'd do. The biggest worry I had was what costume I'd wear while running the marathon.

But about 4 miles in, my knee gave out and I had to stop running. I ended up limping the remaining 9 miles of the race. So I ended up finishing an hour later than my goal, and my knee is still angry at me for even pushing that hard. It's pretty disappointing.

Oh well. At least I know that for the next race, I only have to run for five miles and I'll end up beating my time.

Actual Halloween:

This was my last Halloween at Brigham Young University, which is super sad. My school never disappoints me with it's creativity and its willingness to break social norms for the LOLs. In the past, we've had Pacman being chased by four ghosts through the Cougareat, multiple Sexy Sax Men serenading the business students in the Tanner building, and guy in a kilt straight up playing the bagpipes.

This year, I'm giving the costume of the year award to Bob Ross:


He wins for a couple of reasons:

  • The dedication: the easel, the paints, the palate - the dude spared no expense.
  • He's a really crappy painter, which makes this way funnier.
  • He was narrating the whole time - just like the real Bob Ross. "Okay, now lets return to the flowerbed we started here. I'm going to add some Titanium White to these flowers...There we go.....happy little flowers...."
Also, it was an original costume. I think a lot of guys got lazy and went as Waldo this year.

That awkward moment when someone shows up with the same costume as you.
My Costumes:

For this Halloween, I had a couple of different costumes. I went as an emo-punk rocker for our ward Halloween party at Classic Skating.

On the far left.
It was good times. The best part about my costume was the awesome tattoo sleeve I gave myself using sharpies. You can see that below.



I also used sharpie to paint my nails black (washed most of it off in the above pic, but the residue stayed on for days), and got a friend to do some eyeliner for me.

I left the sleeve on for a few days after the party, because the looks I got from my fellow students (especially girls) was just too good. I believe that girls like the reformed bad boy image.

On actual Halloween, I went as Mr. Rogers. It was a pretty easy costume. I wore a cardigan and dyed my hair. Sorta (we used an entire can of the hairspray dye, and were only able to get it go salt and pepper greyish). Unfortunately, I don't have as good a picture for this one. But you can see me doing the Dougie below.


This party was only a couple of days after the half-marathon, and my knee was still giving me grief. I really shouldn't have danced as hard as I did. But when you're an Asian who can actually dance, and Gangnam Style starts playing, you have a moral obligation to do the dance.

Final Note:

Food storage - it's not just for gun-toting super crazies anymore. With Hurricane Sandy, we can see the benefits of keeping enough extra food to feed your family for at least a week. But even if you're not worried about a natural disaster, it would still be a good idea store extra food in case you face some unpredictable circumstances like unemployment or even just moving to a different state. The New York Times did this great op-ed on the benefits of food storage. I'd strongly recommend checking it out. It mentions some local companies, Mormons, and my boss Brandon Brooks of Packsize and  FoodStorageReviewer.com

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Fifty Years From Now, This Will Probably Be Me

. . .minus the grandma part. I probably won't be a grandma.





I originally got the image from imgur.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Why??

So this little card showed up on our door the other day:


Just to be redundant, here's what the card says:
THE HOLIDAY PROVO
MAXIM
MANSION PARTY

10 ways to chase and be chaste
KISSING 101 that will keep you out of the Bishops office!
SECRETS to get her under the mistletoe ;)
PARTY
FRIDAY
12.10.2010
EPIC PRODUCTION
Club DJ of the Year
SHAWN PHILLIPS
Dress to Impress
Vegas Style
Free Egg Nog
NA Mixed Drinks
Picture with Santa's
Maxim Crew
White Chocolate Fountain


Now, maybe I'm an old fashioned prude, but I kind of found this invitation a bit...distasteful?  Isn't Maxim the "Playboy Lite" gentleman's magazine?  Why is it sponsoring a party targeted at BYU students?

I don't know,  I kind of have a hard time with parties out here sometimes.  For me, they usually fall into two categories with very little middle ground.

Category 1: The uber-Mormon party. 
Music is provided by a live band in their later forties.  The setlist is old folksy music that nobody but ballroom dancers know.  Otherwise, the music is done by an EFY DJ and includes hits like The Hamster Dance, Alvin and the Chipmunks, every line dance ever, and the jazz song that plays in Chips Ahoy! commercials.  Bouncers keep out guys who haven't shaved in over twelve hours and immodestly dressed girls.  Dance Nazis make sure there is no suggestive dancing, potentially dangerous stunts, and that guys' hands are never allowed below a girl's shoulder blades during slow dances.  Experience can best be described as being 12 again ("I knew learning the Electric Cowboy in elementary school would come in handy!").

Category 2: The Underground party. 
Usually happens in a parking garage, creepy house, or back alleyway.  There is a large selection of alcoholic drinks without alcohol in them.  This includes pina coladas and margaritas.  Decor is urban underground with rave-style lighting.  Music is Top-40's, Hip-Hop, and Rap.  Girls take this opportunity to wear their non-honor code approved apparel.  Dance styles include the Bump and Grind, and that's about it, since there's  very little room to do anything else.  Experience can best be described as attempting to dance inside a can of sardines, and all the female sardines are half-naked.

Usually, if I want to get my dance on, I just turn on my iPod and dance when no one's watching.  Anyone want to join me?