I've been sore all weekend long, and I can only assume that this is due to dancing my ass off with my most exuberant partner to date, Sarah. Sarah didn't have the most exciting outfit (dark colors and all) but she did fixate on several of the most delightfully ironic moves of the tape, including the "Hair Move," the "Egyptian" and the "I Will Survive" sequence. We also found ourselves getting increasingly annoyed at Richard's incessant insistance that we could "throw away those pounds."
At the climax of the tape, around minute 37, the bulb on my projector went out.
While Sarah seemed to think that this constituted the death blow that I've been waiting for, I feel a responsibility to adhere to the original terms of the experiment.