Dancing with my self (and others)

Last Saturday night, there was a party. An incredibly awesome party.

For me.

I sort of helped plan it, because I'm just that controlling helpful. I wanted to go dancing, but didn't want to drive all the way to DC (Exhibit A: ELDERLY.) I wanted to dance with lots of people, but I didn't want to wait till midnight when most clubs really start hopping and I didn't want to dance with a bunch of 20 year olds to music I don't know or like.  (Exhibits B, C, D and JUST KEEP GOING.)

So CG rented out this little ballroom dance studio close to our house (Go small town with your almost hip ways!) and brought in a ton of food and booze and friends and, well, it was just the best party ever in the history of parties.

I loved every second of it. 

Oh right, I've been meaning to call my chiropractor....

That's my mom dancing with CG there in the center. My mom drove down from NJ!

I'm leading! No, I'm leading!

That blur in the middle would be me, dancing with my self, Billy Idol style.

World's largest and most delicious sheet cake.

For CG's 40th? I'm going to have to rent out an entire space camp or something.

I think my 40s are going to rock.