This, my friends, is what happens when adults try to play cool kids' games. At a barbecue a few weeks ago, we pulled out Dance Dance Revolution because Curt's niece was there and I've been challenging her to a match for years. I whooped her ass, thank you very much. Okay, it wasn't much of an ass whooping, but I did win. Then everyone else took a turn. The picture above is Curt and C, the benevolent. Curt is looking enthused while going for precision footwork, while C, the benevolent, is going for perky with a little extra effort for style points. My facial expressions while "dancing" alternates between mouth breather and tongue sticking out the side of my face. Very attractive. This is why it is best to enjoy DDR only in the privacy of my own home.