so tonight's cheezy psychobutt aerobics instructor had some very interesting musical selections for us to die to. including that mister vain song from so long ago. we finally make it to cooldown, and some familiar notes start fallin out of the speakers.

"is this the burger dance?" jenn asks.

"ummmm.... i don't know... it could be..." i say.

and then there it was. the burger dance. in all it's burger dancey goodness. the only thing missing was a madison party and mark jumping around, drunk off his ass. good times, good times.