We got it in our heads that we wanted to go dancing one night while in DC. I presented the idea somewhat jokingly, and as soon as it came out of my mouth I half regretted it and half looked forward to it. The idea built momentum and became set in stone the moment our friend DDA mentioned he was planning on attending the same Daft Punk DJ night. At that point it felt so indelibly fated that even lack of sleep, a snowstorm, and the general laziness that comes when good food and pjs are involved, couldn’t prevent us from going out.
