Undeniably, he's the best self-promoter in town.
The music was danceable. So I danced. Eddie danced. We danced. We kept doing so, with several breaks to ask about our friend, our tables, and our free stuff, but then gave up and danced some more. Until the floor became so crowded that dancing was not really dancing but hugging each other tightly so that people could move through the room. At some points, there was enough room for some slight hip-shaking, but that was always quickly killed by having to let someone by. The hugging became more like desperate clinging so that I wasn't knocked to the floor and dragged. You know--fun.
|This was all I could see|
|Wall to wall people|
|and the ceiling|
|And this guy. Who the hell is this?|