don't judge...

As you're flipping through the channels, figuring out what to watch this Saturday night (let's be honest...you don't have any plans...) you may come across a familiar staple in late night programming: Saturday Night Live.

You may decide to watch said program, and if you do, you may notice something. Someone. "Who is that guy awkwardly dancing in a club behind Amy Poehler, Maya Rudolph, and Kristen Wiig?"
Why yes, it is true. Your eyes do not deceive you; it is I, Corey Johnson, dancing awkwardly at said "club". I just want to throw this out there: I don't like going out to clubs and dancing. Unless I'm wasted I find it painful and arduous--constantly thinking, "do I look idiotic?" But...As an actor, it was my duty to dance and I fulfilled it, but I bed you, please do not judge me; dancing to "Let's get retarded in here" at 10am is not the easiest of tasks, especially for a white boy with no funk. I tried to put on my best "sexy club face", but I think what I managed looks more like an "unsexy down syndrome face."

Most of the commercial parody takes place in an office--an environment which requires no funk and plenty of white; much more comfortable for me. If you're lucky, maybe you'll see me brush by Amy Poehler and Bill Hader. If you're really on the look out, maybe you'll see me way in the back leading "a meeting" in the conference room. In any of those scenarios I look fantastic and completely at ease.

It's just the damn club scene. I've always said that as far as background work is concerned, a club scene would be, by far, the hardest and most uncomfortably awkward experience. Clearly, the fact that it was SNL and included actors whom I believe to be comedic geniuses helped quell my graceless insecurities, but that doesn't efface the few seconds of footage that will be broadcast on national TV featuring my artless bouncing and humping.

So fair warning. Tune in on Saturday night, or not. I don't care. Just don't mock my clubbing ineptitude.