Perhaps your pen paused in the air that night at Pizza Corner as you filled out your Best of Halifax ballot. As the donair sauce gently leaked onto the newsprint (plip, plop) you gazed into the deepest recesses of your soul. “I like to move it,” you mused to yourself, “yet I also like to do it. Which... do I like... more?” In the end, “dance” narrowly edged out “sex” as your favourite plastered pastime in 2003. Honey, you know how you think you’re a bunny in the sack when you’re blotto? Lemme put it this way: Stick with the dancing.