Well, some of my friends don't dance, and I don't hold it against them. But they're missing out, I tell ya. 

My birthday is coming up Monday. This Saturday, the 16th, I am going out boogieing at the Baltic Room in Seattle. I've never been, I don't know the cover, I don't know what it's like in there. But they're totally having an 80s house party and I think that is the best idea I've heard all week. So after eating ice cream cake, I'm going to shake my tushy and say things like tubular and gag me and laugh uproariously at absolutely nothing. And since I don't drink, we can only blame it on the sugar. Or maybe the rain. Ahem. Hopefully they won't play that song. Wait, was that the 90s?

Anyway, any local peeps want to join up, I figure we'll get there about 10 or so. If you tell me you're in the mood to boogie, we can call or text or whatever to meet you. Because, you know, You Gotta Fight For Your Right, and all that.