and do you like making out and long drives and brown eyes and guys that just don't...quite...fit in?

Last night I attended a show at one of the nicer night clubs in Seattle. After picking dinner from the Pan-Asian menu, myself, MSU, and company sat back and watched Ska Cubana do their thing. I didn't think they were fantastic, but I don't know anything about music. Watching eventually turned into much shameless dancing with a couple dozen other attendants. I even danced with a gay man, sort of. It was fun.

Dancing is still a funny thing for me. As with singing and any other performance related activity, my motion (unintentionally) is about as fluid as a cubic boulder trying to roll down a hill. Combine this tendency with some congo drums and a lot of brass, and I resemble a boxer who has to use the bathroom while trying to warm up for a fight.

Actually, I’m even less graceful. My gay friend migrated his way into a group of attractive females giving me the "dude, I'm totally giving you an in" look. I had to laugh.

It was a good night.

So Impossible - Dashboard Confessional