Last Saturday night nearly 100 wonderful people joined me for the best ever dance party ever to celebrate my birthday and to help me kick off a grand adventure of travel, dance and service work with the True Body Project in Cambodia.
It was awesome. I mean really, really awesome.
And in a karmic move, we did a little dancing on the bar. In the 80s, on the same block, I did the same maneuver with a friend and fell off, busting up a cooler and my flesh. The doctors picked a lot of glass out my back side. It was ridiculous.
But to tell you the truth, I am glad to be able to dance on a bar at 50 with my beautiful friends. I am even happier to report that there were no dancing related injuries.