Dancing with Ourselves...

"I'm sure they think we're drunk, yet we're completely sober...me and my girls have no shame!"

"Its hard to find the party when we are the party!"

"Yeh and we're taking it with us when we go... "

"maybe it is the heels that kept people in their seats watching us dance...hmmm"

"Very nice deduction, Steph. But I do believe it was our sheer amazingness that kept everyone at bay."

So these comments and more made up our post mortem of dance night Saturday. Four hot girls hit the streets of Cumberland County trying to find some dancing... a place where we could shake off the stress of the week, have a few drinks, maybe chat to a few cute guys, and most importantly--dance!

Despite the hoppin music, very few people got up and danced... we scorched the floor boards, and others looked on or feigned indifference, but no one joined in...

Some said it was too early, but even at 1am, people were tweedling their thumbs and ignoring the dance floor despite the sick beats.

I pondered to myself if the recession had kept people in their homes... we mused about family vacations and eventually gave up, ordering coffee at wawa and driving home at a measly 2am.

Le sigh... better luck next time...