There's something about being in costume that makes me think I can act like a total idiot (it might have some relationship to booze consumption as well). Anyways, on Saturday night I was a dancing dynamo. I did every type of dance move I could think of, even some breakdancing (which probably looked a lot more amateur than it felt at the time).
Many many of my body parts are still aching.
I think I've missed my calling as a mascot. It's a bit scary to think about how the complete anonymity of a costume plus a huge viewing audience might influence my behavior.
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