Dance

After half an hour on the boring elliptical machine at the gym I sought out the stretching area only to find about 70-100 people in a total dance-off inside the work out studio. It wasn't a regular dance class because people actually danced well. I decided to join in. I danced my way to the back of the room and picked a good dance spot next to an awkward looking tall white guy, bald with glasses and runners' shoes on. He'd probably come straight from the treadmill, and I probably looked really good dancing next to him.

After about a good twenty minutes or so, the music stopped briefly, and people stomped their feet, hollered and clapped their hands. I took the opportunity to ask the bald guy what was going on. "How come everyone's so good and knows all the steps and stuff??" I asked. He yelled back: "Oh, apparently it's a party for some dance choreographers!!" That's when I decided it was time for me to leave.

"They're also having an open bar after this, at the Red Bamboo or something," the bald guy continued and kept dancing next to the real dancers. What was the bald guy doing hanging out at their party? And why is there a bar in my neighborhood that I don't know about?