Never let it be said that Gregblood of MY Town, Minnesota backed down from a dare without giving it his best effort, no matter how difficult or embarrassing it was. And, rest assured, given my aversion to disco music and dancing of any kind, this particular dare was definitely embarrassing.
It’s my own fault, really. In my last post I bragged about how I always live up to any kind of a challenge. I went on to ad-lib a few absurd dare ideas without thinking that somebody might actually call me out on one of them–in a very public way. I’m not going to name names or anything, but I guess anybody could go back to the “Comments” section at the end of my post and see how The Navi . . . I mean . . . see how a certain person took my musings to the next level. She even laughed about it–a big BWAHAHAHAHA!
I was left with only two choices: Back down like a wimp and claim I was only joking, or face the dare head on like the tough-guy I am. Here is the result:
It was embarrassing, but I did it. I kind of danced to a disco song. I hurt my wrist when I dove to the ground the first time. I twisted my neck when I tried to do a head spin. And the “splits” attempt was a painful failure. (I think I could have split a little further if my shoes hadn’t gotten stuck in the grass.) Nevertheless, there were a couple of positive things that resulted from my efforts. Firstly, I can still claim I never backed down from a challenge, and secondly, after viewing this video, I came to realize that I have some dance moves that would make John Travolta jealous.
Okay, that’s it! I declare a moratorium on daring me to do stupid stuff. Any future dares will be ignored.