I came to OKC for a class on Canine care. Last night was ladies night at the club next door and who can pass up 25 cent beers. So we go and part of ladies night is having some beefed up gorilla named Julio come and do some kind of awkward gyrating around a poorly lit stage for the ladies pleasure. Luckily this was over soon enough and the dance floor opened up and I got my groove on. Which for all of you that don't know, I do pretty well. But it never ceases to amaze me how incredibly terrible most people are at dancing. The smart ones will only move a little bit from side to side but there is always some poor brave uncoordinated soul who, in a moment of confused inspiration, decides to break out the latest dance move that ends up looking more like an epileptic seizure than dancing. Now I don't think it is a good thing for people to obsess over what they look like in the mirror. But for people who are seriously trying to pull off a dance move, it might be a good idea to try it in the mirror once or a hundred times before pulling it out in the spotlight. What gets me more than that is that people just don't seem to be able to move with each other. It is just rare to see a couple moving on the dance floor together, as one, regardless of the music. I perhaps think this is tragic because I see "god" as a sort of divine dance. Dwelling in everything rhythmic and beautiful as though she were smiling at us through it. Seeing people that can't feel each others spirit or move in unison or see each other through any other lenses except their own selfish, greedy, and base ones they have either refused to take off or worn beacuase they have not known that there are other, more noble, lenses out there, truly grinds against my mind. This along with the confrontational stares, apprehension, and arrogance that you can cut with a knife are the reasons that I am losing my taste for the "go-out-and-party" scene. Perhaps I am growing up, perhaps not.