Melting.

Ton of junk running through my head right now. We might have torn the place down last night. Couldn't have had a better time. It's so terrific when you walk in to a place expecting nothing but - (minus) $35.00 and absurd amounts of time trying to explain why my college's football team is better than yours -- but, my night was salvaged by the 2:00 am DJ. And while I was too enthralled with the beat at hand to specifically recount some of the better mashes he ran through, I have to admit an all to common commonality: Losing thyself upon the dance floor is a euphoric experience in which no one - Yes - no one - can invade your spiritual space. On an unrelated note, here is some HotDam Lamontagne.