Monday, March 14, 2011

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The Moment Right After The Dance Circle...

The minute right after the dance circle ends is easily one of the most confusing moments that a 20something can deal with. Right up there with: "What's the point of a savings account?" and "When do my parents stop paying my cell phone bill?"

It's a weird spot. Kind of makes me think of being alone in a desert. You just danced your ass off for like 5 minutes and 33 seconds--or however long "Fireworks" is, and then it's over. The circle disperses, you're dripping from sweat, and all your friends are gone. Myself and Craw have been in this situation too many times to count. Drunk as fuck, assessing how you danced, but really assessing your position in life.

Let's face it, we've all been dancing in the same bar basement for years now. The dance circles are really just there to let us know we should probably do something else.

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