[conventions] "It's hard to dance with the devil on your back"
I danced tonight. Three glasses of wine and some good music will do that to a feller. Hair dancing was a Big Hit. About the time I got done leaping back and forth across the dance floor (yes, really) the bartender brought me a bottle of water. Apparently my state of near-expiration was visible across a seriously underlit room. I'm hoping my internal organs resume their usual positions by tomorrow morning's Brunching with the Authors event.
They party good here in South Carolina. Must. Sleep. Now.
