Picking the Brains of my Social Circle

Okay. In continuing the desperate attempt at mood reboot..... I desperately need to get out dancing. I haven't danced in far, far, far too long, and I need to get out of the house and into someplace dark and loud and full of people and music and a dance floor, and turn off my brain and just move until my feet are bleeding and I no longer want to lie down and stop breathing.

Unfortunately, Xmortis has been doing a master-class job of scheduling opposite events I can't afford. So to anyone else even vaguely local, or with better google-fu than me, do you have any idea of any decent dance opportunities in the greater Boston area? I'm not that picky, though I'd rather avoid country and top 40. Anyone who finds a decent 80's night.... I will owe you my life, and pay you in any way you see fit.

I'll be at Klockwerq" on March 3 (and you should all be there too - pixel, auntiemame67, I'm especially looking at you), but I need something sooner if at all humanly possible.... not to mention folks to come with me, if anyone's interested.

Could Be Worse

I have a ration of horrid stuff to deal with right now. I have a whole lot of badness, unpleasantness, and general misery in my life. However, there are a few other things I have, too, right now.

I have a lovesick cockatoo on my shoulder trying to feed me chocolate chip bunny graham crackers.
I have a husband who would walk through fire for me.
I have a car that works, a psychic Ipod and a schedule that lets me leave work before sunset today.
I have friends who trust me enough to help me out with a challenging and creative new historical dance project.
I have a new Jane Lindskold novel.

That's all I can think of right now - I'm sure there's probably more, but I've still got a pretty big pair of depression blinders on. It'll have to be enough, though, for now.