Monday, December 7, 2009

Macho macho man

This weekend was DF's office holiday party. They had hired a party master, who's job it was to encourage people to get up and dance.

This guy and his two assistants were worth every bit of their fee because they got DF to dance. Which, trust me, is no easy feat. Of course they were aided by our good friend alcohol. Either way, it was hilarious to behold.

But don't take my word for it. I've got photographic evidence...

(DF's in the dark pants and Santa hat)


And there's video!





Fred Astaire he isn't. But it's not his twinkle toes that I love. I definitely think we'll be taking some lessons before the wedding.

2 comments:

BugginWord said...

I enjoyed that WAY more than I should have. I shall now go play in your archives. Woot!

Jenn said...

That was completely awesome. I'm thinking . . . rehearsal dinner ;)