By the way…

Matt Stratton | Oct 12, 2004 min read

For all of you bitching that you “only” got ten dances at Y6A…that’s ten more than I got.

I didn’t dance AT ALL. Now, before you make with the snarky comments, despite popular opinion, I do like to dance sometimes. And I wanted to do it a couple times this weekend.

But it didn’t work out. I blame myself.

No, I take that back.

I blame Nando. :)

In all seriousness, here’s what happened:

Friday night – hot and crowded. Didn’t dance for these reasons. Didn’t go to the late night, because still recovering from AC. Figured “hey, I’ll dance on Saturday night”.

Saturday night – crowded, and I was drunk. Pretended to dance with Shana for about ten seconds until she got irritated. Figured “hey, I’ll dance on Sunday night”.

Sunday afternoon – park was beautiful and music was great. I was cold because for some reason I believed Larry when he said it was “nice out”. Played with Larry and Roberta’s dog. Figured “hey, I’ll dance later tonight”.

Sunday night – arrived at venue with splitting headache due to contact lens imblance and major sushi coma. Barely able to talk to people, much less dance. All of a sudden, Tom and I head home. Figured “hey, I’ll dance next year”.

The end.