Party Talent

I would like to figure out a party talent.
You know the thing that you can do that impresses everyone at the party.
It is the secret talent that makes everyone notice your "awesomeness."

I have tried to develop this party talent over the years, but have only failed.

 Party Talent #1

I have tried the piano. The reason I quit piano, recitals. I have this fear of memorization and performing in front of mass amounts of people. Oh, and there was the little factor of practicing. FAIL.

I always pictured myself at this cocktail party, and holding my wine glass, full of diet coke.

The party starts to die, and the host is starting to panic. I think to myself, "Jocelyn, you can save the day. Bring out that secret party talent." So I stride, ever so smooth, and sit down at the piano. I start to play that special tune and everyone starts to dance. I play all night long, and the party turns out to be a success.

Party Talent #2

My second party talent would be dancing. I tried ballet, tap and jazz for five years. I quit tap, because I cut my ankles too much. Ballet, the tights were too itchy. And jazz, there were too many jazz fingers. FAIL. However, if I had stuck with it, it would have been a perfect party talent.

This type of party would be a more casual type. It would be diet coke in a red cup.

The music would be playing but no one is dancing. Everyone is standing against the wall and eating chips and salsa. I hear that Chris Brown song, and get my Channing Tatum look-a-like to come out on the dance floor. We start to pull out our party talents of dancing and everyone starts to cheer around us in a circle. The party turns out to be a total success.

Party Talent #3

(i only wish my talent could be like girls in the video.)

My third party talent would probably be poetic rapping. Now, the problem with this talent is that I could never understand the whole, Haiku thing. Really? Five lines and no rhyming? Dr. Seuss would have been furious with what these English teachers are teaching about poetry nowadays. FAIL.

This type of party would be a more chill setting, like diet coke in a coffee cup.

Everyone would be sitting around, too uncomfortable to talk. They would have the urge to talk about tree-hugging, political, rob bell controversy, but too scared to do so. I would reach over and plug in the karokee machine in the corner. Everyone would look, I would start to rap my poetic sense, and people would stand in awe of this party talent. It would create the conversation flowing and the party would end in success.




In the end, I have no party talent. I wish I did have one of these three awesome talents. But sorry gentlemen, I am not the woman that will stun the room with a secret fabulous talent.
I can only remember three chords on the piano.
I only do a mean robot.
And, my rapping consists of talking too fast.

But hey, who knows, maybe my party talent will be story telling....... Everyone needs to hear a good story now and then.


love,
jocelyn elizabeth