Dancing with myself.

Tonight, Lynnsy, our French friends Olivia and Eric, and I went to dinner and then we went to a bar to get a drink. The bar was actually pretty cool because it was a big cellar basement thing that provided a fun drinking atmosphere.

Anyway, I've seen a lot of funny things here, but in the basement I saw the funniest fucking thing yet. There was this guy who must have been influenced by a number of illicit substances who was dancing with himself in the mirror. When we walked downstairs it was a relatively empty room with maybe 3 people at the bar and then this guy, the champion of the one-man dance.

He had a lot of cool dance moves, all of which he performed to himself in the mirror. He did the "come over here sexy" kind of finger motion, a bit of general "you are sexy" pointing, and some other swell moves, all directed at his mirror image. He went on like this for about 10 minutes until the girls at the bar left and then he left a few minutes later.

Although it may be hard to tell, the picture above is an attempt to chronicle the event but the bar had strange lighting. The shape on the right is the guy while the mirror on the left is the mirror. I love that guy.