Dancin' machines. That's right - we both know how to shake our tail feathers, our money makers, what our mamas gave us, and all the other horrible dance cliches out there. Your white boy moves are brilliant enough to have been featured in episodes of HIMYM and Freaks & Geeks (R.I.P.) and, while mine haven't been featured anywhere except my living room and occasionally the uber swanky Century Ballroom, I swear I can hold my own out on the dance floor. I have taken tap, ballet, swing and lindy hop classes, and once upon a time I performed as a very convincing poodle by donning a blue tutu upon my head. Hmmm, I think I still own that tutu. From what I've heard, the latest dance craze sweeping the hipster Seattle set appears to be square dancing, so maybe you and I can do-si-do if you ever make it up north. I'll even wear that tutu, Jason.
