Last January, my friend Karl left beautiful San Francisco to visit me in New York City.

Excited by his arrival, the first thing we did was run to my room to turn on some loud music.

Karl was groovin' to the beat and i was struttin' like the fool. i don't remember when we started dancing and come to think of it, i can't even recall when we stopped. We must have danced the night away :) Karl and I.

For some funny reason, what I remember most vividly is how we kept bumping into each other. One would assume there'd be enough space for two poeple to dance in a room. I geuss my room has an awkward narrow shape

Anyhow, I think Karl is a good dancer.