Just throwing down your purse (thanks Olga!), shaking your booty and boobs, arms flailing and hair whipping around until it's soaked.
And not caring in the least what anyone thinks.
I don't know how it happened, but somehow I became the most comfortable dancing like a fool in the bar in Hamilton the most filled with pretentious douchebags. That almost really makes the dancing better..the fact that so many people around me are so concerned with their image..and I couldn't care less :)
Up to camp tomorrow! Naked swims, here I come!