I think I have to be more drunk to dance than to have indiscriminant sex.
Hey, I’d be up for it. I dunno where thinks likes to go, but there’s a place called Shooters up near his place that’s pretty good for dancing. Or there’s like a gazillion clubs downtown, but going downtown’s a pain in the ass. Then again, I’m most certainly not driving so what the hell do I care?
Quix
I really, really wanna go dancing.
Can we pleasepleasepleaseplease go? Please? 
I promise to a) dance with everyone, and b) not embarass any of you. I even know some ballroom, if there’s any males out there who like a good slow dance.
Quix, I guess I was thinking about the meat-marke…uh, dance clubs downtown (Banana Joe’s, Ludlows, BW’s, Howl at the Moon, Elevator…), but that’s only because I’ve not been able to go out and play up North yet. Local is good and I plan on not being in a state to make decisions by midnight.
Funny that Banana Ho’s was the first club that popped into my mind when I thought about drunken dancing… I think the bottom line is, details to follow, but dancing can and will happen.
Quixy
Then you can sit at a corner table with me and my hubby and laugh hysterically at the drunks who think they can dance. That’s what we plan on doing. We both learned a long time ago just how uncoordinated we both are when we are sober. I can only imagine the spectacle we would make of ourselves when drunk.
Hey, Shadow, you’ve never seen ME cut a rug. Because I can’t. Ask thinksnow. He’s seen me karaoke more than once stone cold sober. I don’t need alcohol to make an ass out of myself. I get paid to do it, so I’m used to people laughing at me.
Dear god. Dancing? Is there no limit to how low you folks will stoop? I’m appalled. And what about us Baptist?
You Baptists can all sit around and watch Footloose.
Even though I know what both of you look like, I’m going to have no choice but to picture you as John Lithgow and Kevin Bacon from here on out.
Okay, but I’m glad I get to be Kevin Bacon.
Good. You kin have the goofy haircut.
Wait, we’re going dancing now? Aaahh! How did I get into this? Better call Southwest and get those tickets credited. Aaahh, no dancing! Aaahh!
…but the much-loved BunnyGirl may not be able to attend.
She asked me in email today to take her place as Minister of Affairs. I would be happy to, if the esteemed Mr. thinksnow does not mind.
Of course, this also leaves me rideless. Shadowfox, if you’re still going, think maybe you could help me out, here? Or any other Michigan Doper that may be going along? I would be MOST appreciative.
Shhhh…its ok…you and I can just sit back, drink and laugh at the drunks attempt to dance. It can actual be fun (not the dancing part)
Indeed, I had received word that the dear Bunny and hubby (BunnyBoy?) will not be able to attend. 
<le sigh>
The mantle of power, the position of MoA is actually non-transferable, so Pers, you are hearby promoted to the rank of Director of Situations.
With the unfortunate loss of my MoA comes an opening in the available rooming. If you’ll recall, I’ve retained an apartment for the use of whomever wishes to stay on-site and Bunny (and hubby, IIRC) had reserved a room/bed. Just letting y’all know.
sniff,sniff…WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Dammit!
Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitaminute!
Has Bunny filled out the requisite forms? I seriously doubt it.
Besides, I was kinda lookin’ forward to her hunting me down.
She was in charge of the forms. We’re left without recourse! Damn and blast.
Um. Dancing? Like in front of people?
Strainger, you can sit with me in the “Hell no I am not going out on that dance floor” table.