The Bunkhouse — alive with music and crowds while the main floor filled with dirty dancing. The crowd thinned leaving just enough room to pass, your opportunity. Those who danced, though, closed in as you moved through. Just as you got stuck on the floor an arm snaked over from the left of your waist before grasping over your right hipbone, and when their right hand held yours, they began softly swaying your hips, guiding you into rhythm.