I already had pre-conceived hatred towards it, mostly because it's stupid, inane, repetitive, ear-hurting, and stupid.
Friday night took it to a whole new level, because it was only then that I grasped the full import of the song's power.
It makes it mandatory for everyone to shuffle. Everyone. At the same time.
Of course, poor little me can't shuffle. Well, I can't do many things. Including dancing. Except maybe a moonwalk, and Usher twirling. And then, only in socks.
So yeah, I can't shuffle.
And, of couse, I just happen to be friends with super talented people like Zara, who, of course, can shuffle, and everything else, and whatnot. While I flail around like some kind of Official-Pokemon-League-cap-wearing fish on dry land. Ironically, kind of like a certain type of Pokemon.
Me: I flail at dancing. And many other things besides.
Yeah.
Good times though. Oddly enough, one of the better twenty-firsts that I've been to, despite the fact that I pretty much didn't know anybody that I talked to there apart from Zara (and sort of John Razos, who came dressed as a 90s auditor. Good old John Razos). It may have been the 90s-style costumes, it may have been the company (such that it was), or the ambience of the place. The hallowed complex where I also had my 21st, albeit in the inferior room. Or maybe it's because one high-quality companion is equivalent to many mediocre ones.
Also, Pikachu plushie is a good wingman. Or, at least, conversation starter.
"So, I heard you like the Pokemons?"
"Evidently."
"How good was [insert appropriate colour of choice] version? Ah, those were the days. Wait, I still play."
Alright, that'll do. Off to learn how to shuffle.
Word of the Day: Shuffle
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