I went to Dance Church this morning. The DJ is the minister. Your body is the spirit. And boy, people were letting loose! Or, more likely, they were darn loose to begin with and simply got looser. All the way and in all ways. Notables were the man in red tights and sunglasses, the hot surfer dad with his two daughters and the guy with a pirate eye patch which he didn't "need". Both Luke's mom and Sarah's dad were there as well as my acupuncturist. In Santa Cruz you have free reign to be, do, say, move exactly the way you want to. Standards do not apply.