You guys, I’ve finally found a place where my Elaine Benis-esque dance moves are appreciated!  Vive l’African Dance Floor!  For real, on Saturday night someone actually said to me, “You’re a good dancer.”  Less true, but more appreciated words were never said.  Believe it.  

As you can see, to go along with the moves, I wore my hair in an early 90s crazy Elaine Benis I-forgot-to-pack-a-brush-this-weekend-and-maybe-tried-to-use-deet-as-hairspray do.*  

My seizing aside, the dancing in Segou was phenomenal.  And it was pretty much all men who were tearing it up with lots of fancy footwork.  (Women don’t seem to go out at night.)  The music was mostly from the Ivory Coast, Mali, or Senegal with occasional blasts from the western past like “Boom, boom, boom, I want a double room” sprinkled in.  Disappointingly, there was no Jackson 5 at all.  So the African debut of my self-choreographed routine to ABC is going to have to wait for another time.  

*Those of you who know that this is how I wore my hair through most of college despite owning a brush and real non-mosquito repellent hair product, feel free to keep your thoughts out of the comment section.  Thanks.