badunk

my close, personal friend anna ditkoff (ok so i've met her twice) writes in citypaper today:

"Dressed in white with sunglasses perched in her short hair, she made an impression on Club Mate’s laid-back dance floor—while the other dancers swayed to midtempo hip-hop, she shook it like it was being banned tomorrow, going into squats that would make a personal trainer jealous. Simultaneously entranced and intimidated by Badunkadunk’s moves, my friend and I edged onto the dance floor, then quickly decided we needed another drink...

...The dance floor was now packed, and the swaying had given way to full-blown dancing led by my personal hero, Badunkadunk, who had been pulled onstage by a bouncer to show us all how it’s done. And she didn’t disappoint, dipping down and undulating like a charmed snake. After a while, a girl in a tiny black skirt and a woman in a gold satin gown were brought up as well. They tried to keep up but couldn’t, falling back on girl-on-girl freaking. Badunkadunk didn’t have to pander."