R&B Classics on the tellie.

Dagnabbit rabbit (not rabid, or rapid), I am in the mood to dance (echo: “dance, dance, dance…”).

However, I’m out of sequence with the marital unit (i.e., me wife), who agreed to retire early Thursday night because I had driven seven hours from Huntspatch to Nawlins and used that as an excuse to retire early from a night of dancing so tonight she has a sore knee and I must agree to retire early to the hotel room even though I’m in the mood to PAR-TAY on the dance floor in preparation for the Pro-Am competition tomorrow at noon, thanks to the secret of staying smooth on either nicotine, alcohol or…?

This, my dear young readers, is my secret and my curse — lowering inhibitions that make no sense through the use of external stimuli.

Dagnabbit.

No, take that back, God’s Frozen Chosen Presbyterian readers.

Damn! I want to dance and I want to dance now.

Follow the Philips head patterned tap (e.g., “screw it.”).

Let’s give it over to LaBelle in Lady Marmalade: “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”

G’nite!