Maybe it’s because I’d been listening to Body Language’s latest, Social Studies, for nearly two days straight. Or maybe it’s because I’d been stuck in a box inside a box, awash in paperwork and fluorescents, for the better part of a week, then suddenly let free and forced by friends (FORCED, I tell you!) to imbibe in adult beverage after beverage after beverage. Or maybe merely the process of descending downstairs toward UHall’s deep dark well of dance simply changes a person. Whatever the case, I found myself perfectly primed to enjoy the sold-out Body Language show and geared up to express, for better or worse, my own.

ASS shaking...up close and personal