I've Got a Fever

If there is one thing I have learned in Gabs, it's dancing. I've never had such dance fever in my life, and as soon as the weekend hits, my hips refuse to lie. I'm not just a frenzy of American two-stepping though. I'm trying to update with as much African booty influence as I can. This usually means standing behind an unsuspecting well-endowed booty shaker on the dancefloor and copying exactly what she does. Unfortunately, all dancing here involves gyrating booty spins, so I always get caught in the act.

My proudest moment yet was not my dance-off with a bedazzled cowboy who drank beer out of a bull's horn but rather when a busty woman looked me up and down, slapped my butt, and said, "I like the way you move."