He's a maniac on the floor!

Here are my Persian friends and I during our university's graduation ceremony last night. We danced to Persian music (photo below). After viewing the video that my brother recorded of the event, I realized how raw my style is and how much improvement it needs. You see, believe it or not, this was only the second time in my life that I had danced voluntarily. (Yes, once when I was a boy my cousin forced me to dance in an Iranian wedding in front of her hot young friends, lol.)

The first time I danced of my own free will was in Kuala Lumpur during my internship in a party held in my condominium on the night of the 2006 Soccer World Cup final. At first I was standing on the sidelines watching people go crazy on the floor, feeling dignified and different. Then I thought, "What the hell! I want to try this. I'm leaving this place in a week and even if I did make an ass of myself, nobody would notice, care or remember!" So I joined in and started clapping and moving slowly. In a matter of minutes I was jumping and swaying to the beat like crazy. I loved the raw energy that the music brought out in me. That night was amazing!