In my ideal world, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve really wanted to dance at 9 am on a Sunday morning. In the ideal world, all of my friends would wake up and get up right when I called them with news that I wanted to dance with them. They’d be over within twenty minutes, and at thirty minutes, we’d be plugging the computer into the living room speakers and starting a really good conversation with youtube. Roommates wouldn’t care. In fact, they’d join in. We wouldn’t really ever get “tired,” but some one would start a conversation in which we’d all eventually join. The tunes wouldn’t fade, but rather persist, providing the most perfect background, conversation fodder themselves. Who cares when I’d go back to sleep.