Hold me closer, tiny dancer.

Just got back from pub quiz at Tryon Creek Pub & Grill. It was fun times, we got second place. Or was it third? I don't know. Either way, we got bar credit.

During trivia, I asked AG and CPR what their first concert was and their answers were a perfect fit for their personalities.

AG went to Paul Simon on his Graceland tour and CPR to an Elliott Smith show.

Me?

ZZ Top. Seriously.

What a hobo first concert. It was awesome.

My mom bought the tickets and I went with my uncle, his girlfriend, my brother and his friend. I was dancing and repeatedly hit this dude in the head, an accident, I swear. He was in the row in front of me and I had teenage epilepsy.

My dancing ability is a combination of a generic feet shuffle, The Carlton, and jumping jacks. If anything, since the ZZ Top concert, I've only gotten worse.

This makes me sad. There are only two reality shows I would seriously consider competing on, Project Runway or The Amazing Race. I can't sew and I'm afraid my crippling fear of snakes and heights would be a detriment on Amazing Race.

But secretly, I wish I could dance and be on So You Think You Can Dance. Those people are ridiculously athletic and talented.  Me, not so much.

I'm in the midst of making some career choices. What do I want to do? I can't decide. Every time I've almost gotten a new job over the past year, I get a little panicky and stick with Borders. I didn't really want the jobs I've applied for, but I knew that financially I shouldn't stay at the bookstore.

Now I have no choice but to leave, they are kicking me out. Its last call and there are no road brews to-go.

What I really need is a lottery win or a reality TV show. It is my understanding those are the only two ways to get rich these days.

I'm too lazy and cheap to buy lottery tickets, and I'm too boring for a TV show. Would you watch an hour long show of a 30-year old girl who likes to read, knit, watch serial killer shows, and look at pictures of cats online?

B-O-R-I-N-G.

In the meantime, I'm cruising craigslist like no other. There are a lot of crappy jobs out there and I really want to avoid being forced to take one.

Let me leave you with this bit of advice, when you think someone is having a seizure, hold their head and let them seize, but if you see me dancing, get out the way.