I was fortunate enough to be invited to attend a private party Friday night: Free food, free beer, karaoke, and 200 people that all work in the same place. I knew very few people there, and less about what they were talking about (health insurance), but it was soon enough that the free beer mentioned above loosened everyone up so that no one cared anyway.
A few hours into the evening, I excused myself to the Ladies', only to open the door and find a line of women...singing and dancing in sychronicity. Whoa! Have I just walked straight into a musical? There's Rizzo and Sandra Dee!
A very happy invitation was extended: "We're Pee-Dancing!!! Come on in!!"
What could one do, but sashay herself to the end of the Pee-dance line?
And here I was thinking of taking salsa lessons.