Last night I went to the 80s retro-night at Barrymore's Dancehall. I danced for three straight hours, on all three levels, drank triple gin and tonics, and dropped to my knees three times. All of this and not even one Duran Duran song played! I mean, how can you have 80s retro without the 7 and the Ragged Tiger Crew!?! Sheesh...
In retrospect, it was probably for the the best. Last time I danced to Hungry Like the Wolf not only did I drop to my knees, but I crawled and writhed all over the dance floor, sometimes ducking between people's legs and, well, let's just say that that got me into all kinds of trouble.
Insert reflex joke here.