that time in New Orleans before my 60th birthday, dancing to zydeco music. it was not Mardi Gras and I paid somebody on the street $5 for the beads. I carry a lot of 5s and 1s when I travel because of this. Anyway, last time I was in Honolulu, the petite young rn from Paris who invited me everywhere and tried to lift me and twirl me around, injuring my rib (well worth it, btw), was looking at her cellphone disapprovingly and saying, "oh no! what is this?" when I looked, it was a video of me dancing. it's what I call friendly banter, I guess. who gives a flying j? I was having fun. I invite you to have as much fun as emporerly possible! it's remarkable, to say the least.