Dance, dance, dance

Listen to this song while reading.

Okay. Ready? I danced last night for 8 hours. Straight. Well, I took 3 bathroom breaks, and sat down once to drink some water. But at 1:00, when I thought it was, oh, maybe 10:00, I was so confused.

"Do you want to go somewhere else and dance?" Someone shouted to me.
"Yeah, maybe in a while, though. I want to stay until Sarah is ready to leave." Me.
Sarah is my friend who was throwing this super successful dance party.
"Um, okay? The bars are going to be closing soon."

What?

It's funny, what dancing does to me. I can literally dance the day and night away. And it's not like this is a totally rare occasion. I pretty much go dance for a few hours at least one night a week, and hold regular solo dance parties in my bedroom. I know I have heard other people say they love to dance, too. But I feel like they are often finicky dancers; the music has to be just right, their friends must be nearby, they have to have a few drinks. Not me. I just dance. And dance. And dance. Alone, sober and even on Monday nights.

I guess you could say I am a dancing queen. Watch out.