All one ever needs for a dance party to get started is for two seemingly unembarrassed people to jump up and shake it like there's no tomorrow.
Last night I started a dance party at a tattoo bar. There is something about pulling a bearded, tattooed, punk rocker out for dance that is really satisfying.
It was fantastic.
Things I could go without hearing anymore this month:
"New York? Do you have a job yet? Cuz the economy is bad."
"New York? Do you have a coat yet? Cuz it's cold up there."
"New York? Do you have a place to live at? Cuz its really expensive."
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