Here we have Snow, the arctic wolf, taking myself out to do some dancing -- something that I don't normally do, but hey, I'll do it for him. It would appear that Snow has either gotten some very fun drinks in my belly that has made me much more enthusiastic about the whole endavor, or he's just caught me in an incredibly generous mood and I've obliged him a silly little dance. Snow gives me a thumbs up, assuring me that I don't look like a doofus on the dance floor, but I laugh to him cause I'm not sure whether or not he's being truthful. Nevertheless, t'will be a fun night indeed.