Went out last night with an old friend to a new hangout. In spite of that nagging little voice in the back of my head we were NOT the oldest ones there.
The above drawing is of us dancing. The way we saw it in our heads. The actual act was neither so graceful OR rhythmic. We drew a lot of concerned stares from the other patrons but dammit, we had a good time.
I woke up this morning with "dart arm".