There was a dance floor in the basement that I think opened at 1 AM. Anyway, I just sat and guarded the purses. Me and dancing don't get along; I'm like the most self-conscious dancer on the planet. Part of it is, you know, I'm fairly musical, and have a strong sense of rhythm, and my lack of coordination when dancing fundamentally offends my rhythmic soul. When I dance, it's like I'm battling myself. Not good times.

So I spent a bunch of time watching, and it's fascinating what music different ethnicities get hyped up about. Whenever a new song would play like a different pocket of people would get excited.