Oh my.
Apparently, in order to find the dancers, the people who just can’t help themselves, you simply have to throw a dance party.
At one point, I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of people dancing with their eyes closed. And with sooooooo many witnesses.
It was truly unfettered. Un. Fettered. UNFREAKINGFETTERED.
Is there anything more satisfying than just dancing your balls off? With your eyes closed?
Didn’t think so.
February 1st, 2010 at 8:35 pm
shit,crap, fuck….I need more details to really feel pissed that I missed all the fun!
February 2nd, 2010 at 7:42 pm
I know who you’re talking about….
February 2nd, 2010 at 7:45 pm
One dances with one’s eyes SLAMMED SHUT for fear of catching a glimpse of herself in a mirror and realizing she looks like the (almost) 40 year old she is. c’est la vie!
February 3rd, 2010 at 9:36 am
Oh puleez! You couldn’t slosh your beer and not hit a hot dancing woman – you all included! Even after the bachelorette party left! They came, they saw, they danced, they left. How peculiar! I love those girls. I know what you mean though, Anne. With my eyes closed, I’m friggin’ Shakira. With them open, not so much . . .
July 30th, 2014 at 11:45 pm
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