I always get nervous before I dance.
I examine my cellulite and grab my fat and try to remind myself that the lighting is dim.
I push myself to go go because I refuse to let my insecurities win.
Despite my initial fears, there were tons of people there I knew (some who came just for me, YES)
and tons of new people to laugh with.
the DJ Dances with White Girls fucking ROCKED the house.
It was two of the DJ's birthdays so we had a sing-a-long onstage which turned into a massive cakefight.
I got a ten dollar tip.
Life is good.