Nonetheless, there was much good dancing to be had. The rhythm seemed different than what I'm used to, but I got into it pretty easily, and groove-stomped the night away (instead of just stomping as I usually do). I wasn't in the mood for booze, so I only bought a bottle of water the entire night.
I wore the manskirt out for the first time. It took some getting used to, but I got it worked out in time. The worst part was that, since it has no pockets and no belt loops, I had everything shoved into a small suede pouch haning off of one of the clips on the skirt, and initially, it had too much room to swing. I evetually re-tied it to protect my anatomy, and was set for the rest of the evening.
I stayed out later than planned, because every time I thought about leaving, a song came on that I decided I had to dance to.
To sum up; night == good.
Now, monkey == tired, so, bed.