So, my friend got really drunk on New Years Eve and through the power of alcohol, became sure that he was blessed with a magical power of dance. Let’s say his humiliation was not quick, but it was complete. Between the splitting headache of his hangover, and the split in his pants, his new years resolution was to dance in a safer (ie, not on table tops) fashion, and what safer way to do it than at home, alone, with the curtains drawn, and with no one watching but a piece of electronic equipment? If that sounds familiar (let’s just say this ‘friend’ doesn’t exist), but you don’t have a copy of Dance Central 2, send wugga@buttonmasher.co.nz a photo of you (or someone or something in your house) busting out a finishing move. It can look as staunch or flamboyant as you like, I promise not to (openly) judge you.

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