This past weekend was pretty damn awesome. You should not be surprised to hear that I'm both a mover AND a shaker. This weekend was no exception. Literally I helped a friend move and then later that night went to a house party WITH a DJ (DJ Tanner?) and danced my pants off. Well not really off but I was definitely "glowing."

Here's the deal. I'm not really into going out to "da clubs" as 50 Cent says, but I used to be a regular at PopStarz with my cousin Nate. He was my gay passport. I like the gay men because they aren't afraid to shake it, they appreciate dumb pop (it's true, I know lyrics to songs I just shouldn't), and when you dance with them you know they aren't trying to sleep with you. It's just nice to enjoy a Madonna song or two with a bunch of dudes.

Now Nate and I haven't gone out in a LONG time and I've been missing it. In a weird girly way I felt like. "I just want to dance!" And so the Universe made it so...

Sidenote: You may be aware, I'm like all into sports and whatnot. It's been said when you are in better shape you start to sweat faster because your body is trying cool down and if you are used to running around for awhile it will start to sweat right away in order to sustain the workout. Also turns out I'm sweatier than normal for a girl (thanks dad!). So the second we took a break from dancing in a hot room full of people to get some air outside I went from glowing to drenched in sweat. Susan Kraus can vouche as she was amazed by this. In her words, "I've never seen that happen to anyone before."

Additionally she was amazed I knew every single lyric to Mariah Carey's "Fantasy." To which I say, how could you not?! Needless to say, it was a night of wonders for her.