Go shooo-ty, it's yo' birf'day!
This past weekend, I coordinated a little dance party. I don't know what hit me, but I just got the insatiable urge to get my club on. It started with a pre-party at my apartment, where people got wasted for free, then we traveled over to a club and danced it up 'til four in the morning. My question to you - dancing: great times, or ridiculous flailing?

Your call.