I went "dancing" last night. I use quotation marks because I don't exactly agree with what kids these days call dancing. I prefer swing or salsa--something with an actual variety of steps and moves (and I think I found a place for those, yay!). Anyway, five of us went to the most prominent 18 and over club around, and the music was not only loud, but not exactly what I'd choose to listen to. (Except for the really odd dance version of "Hella Good." Did you know Gwen Stefani is part chipmunk?)

However, the right company can change all that, and I was out with some great people. Even though the booming bass was deafening and my high heels were causing my knee to spasm, I still managed to have fun. I learned some lessons, too:

1. People are easily led. If four of us went out on a completely empty dance floor, 10 minutes later, it would become a moderately crowded dance floor.

2. Having a Marine around is handy. My friend's brother came with us in his Marine Corps uniform. We got to cut in line (unintentionally, but they didn't kick us out) and we got a lot more respect than we would have without him.

3. If you can't pronounce "tequila," it's time to leave the bar. Hehe. Our extra light lightweight said she'd had a shot of tekwila. Then we got her some water.