|Just Begging For A Gay Remake. I Mean. Come On!|
I wish I could say we danced all night to the best song ever, but the crowd was mostly just taking up empty space. While Donny and I danced our hearts out to Work Bitch, I wanted to look around and see a shirtless muscle daddy huff poppers, not a barely legal twink in a grandma sweater refusing to dance when the beat beckoned. Perhaps this new generation will discover the dance floor as we did and realize just how important it is. A place where we can all come together across the spectrum of time and dance without end. Or at least until it's time to move on.