Howl at the Moon

Last night I went to a piano bar in Chicago like the one we went to in DC. After I'd had quite a few drinks my "friends" paid the pianist to call me on stage. He started playing a song by the DiVinyls (you've probably never heard of it Mom and Dad) and told me I had to "dance sexy". Well... you know me - my idea of dancing is putting my hands above my head and wiggling around awkwardly. I tried my best.