What's That, You Say?

On Saturday, I went to a club with three other friends. At one point, the two men went to get drinks and Cyndi and I went dancing. I love dancing and I don't mind if people come up and dance with me, but the second we got on the dance floor, there were so many guys coming at us that we ran. Apparently, guy/girl ration was high. We made it through one song, but we were really off. We ran so fast (as fast as you can in a packed club) that we actually stumbled off the dance floor (it was ramped and we missed that aspect of it). We made sure the boys we'd brought with us were there from then on.