Crumpled Notebook

I’m officially old and one of “those” adults. I was driving the teens home from a late movie last night around 11:30pm. I have one kid who lives out in Marina, which takes about 7-8 minutes to get there and the kids always want me to take her first so that they get to be home later. It works for me usually that way I’m not sure in the vehicle with one child all the way out there (Child Safety rules and all).

We’re driving down Hwy 1 back from Marina, listening to their crazy music and they are playing a bunch of old school songs mixed with new stuff like “Take My Breath Away” (not the Jessica Simpson version) and then they pull out “Bust-A-Move” which was pretty hilarious (come on, you all know that you know it still).

She’s dressed in yellow, she says “Hello,
Come sit next to me you fine fellow”
You run over there without a second to loose
And what comes next, hey bust a move

If you want it baby you’ve got it (repeat)
Just bust a move

Well, other than the chorus, that’s the part I know. So I did that “thing.” You know, the thing that adults do to try and be cool, act goofy, sing, make the kids laugh at us because we’re old and trying too hard. So, here’s the deal. I started singing, being goofy. It wasn’t to try and be cool or make the kids laugh, I was just being myself. It wouldn’t have matter who was in the car with me for the most part, I would have sang to make fun of the song. But to a kid, I’m sure it came across as the other way.

At any rate the kids laughed, but I also got that same look I used to give my parents or other adults. You know the look. It’s the, “wow, you are weird and old, but we’re laughing because you are embarrassing yourself,” look.

Ah, the life of a youth worker.

Tags: bust a move, take my breath away, young mc, youth