It's possible I'm too old to twerk...

Well... I mean, come on... It's been far too long since I've publicly embarrassed myself.

Frisky Friday: Girls Night Out Striptease Dance Party:

In case you don't have Facebook (and GOOD for you, fight the power!), there's more info on the venue site.

Pants-off dance-off?

What my office is really lacking is a piano for me to dance on. (Yes, Glee again -- whatever. I wouldn't knock the song until you've seen me dance on a piano.)

Unsexy chair dancing.

They told me I couldn't sing and dance on my desk anymore, but this chair is getting the ride of its life. 

(Don't judge me. The Bangles were the business. You don't even KNOW.)

Embracing my sexuality via total embarrassment.

Today I took an Intro to Burlesque class at Kink Shoppe, which means I turned BEET red as I flaunted my flat ass in front of a room full of people, took my shirt off (tank top underneath), and had it reaffirmed that it's hot when I play with my hair.