action alert: he had me at "obama '08"

[note: this post is a story about the power of song and dance. So I suggest you scroll down, play the music videos as background and then scroll up and read the post. This will help evoke the scene.]

It's nice to punctuate your celibacy with hook ups, dating, smooching etc. But sometimes it's nice to have a dance floor kiss. And sometimes, all you need to make that happen is some alcohol and a politically pleasing t-shirt.

This weekend, I went to a party at a club that not only played 80s music, but projected the music videos onto the wall. Several glasses of white wine later, I was dancing in front of said wall, on a stage with several friends and several other people. As I followed, quite faithfully, the choreography of Thriller I noticed a man who worked at the club dancing on the stage. I should say, I noticed his Obama '08 shirt. He was a fun dancer and very encouraging of my dance moves (or, I should say, my interpretation of Michael's moves) and he shouted "Go girl" and "all right!" Thus, a Holiday, What A Feeling, and Your Love (which I requested from the dj) later, I found myself dancing to Summer Loving, with the Obama fan, without leaving any room for the holy ghost. Then I left the club with my friends and without him with the assurance that he works there almost every day. That's it. Kinda fun, kinda gross.

But it could have been much worse. I could have been really drunk and done something really stupid. I mean imagine if I woke up the next morning with a huge hangover and a fuzzy memory of kissing a man... in a McCain shirt.

And now, for the music...

I couldn't copy embed the code for the music video for The Outfield's Your Love because it's been disabled by youtube. But enjoy this video which is even better. It's an acoustic version of the song set to "a slideshow of the characters Yuna and Tidus from Final Fantasy X." I don't even know what that is. But I know I like it.