People. Some days you just need to listen to "Love Train". Or even better: watch it in a dance line on Soul Train.
Edit: Just to reply to the ever-lovely Kris O’s question (and to completely ignore Angie A’s attempts to convince herself that she is right and I am wrong, which she is not and I most definitely am… no wait… am not… uh… wait… what were we talking about?) Oh yeah, Kris O’s perfectly reasonable question was “Have you ever done a dance line?” To which I reply in a high-pitched shriek, “Are you out of your flippin’ mind!?!?” Er. Which isn’t, you know, entirely the appropriate response. I do realize that. To rationally answer her question I would say, “No. No I have not.” I might also add, “I would rather burn all my shoes or eat mud than agree to such a thing.”
Did I ever mention that I have sort of a moderate case of social anxiety disorder? You know, as bravely portrayed by Social Anxiety Poster Boy, Donny Osmund? Yes. Me and Donny. We are so similar. We are, in fact, both a little bit rock n’ roll. But we don’t like to go to parties and, you know, tell people about it. Ditto on the line dancing. Although, it’s possible Donny would actually like this activity. But then, Donny can dance.
