Sometimes playing “Dance Dance Revolution” alone in your apartment just isn’t going to cut it. At the same time, how the fuck are you supposed to execute a perfect tootsie roll in five-inch heels? I’ve got the solution. Sweatbands and track suits highly encouraged.
1. The Cantab, Central Square (bluegrass)
If life were like the movies, and Liam and Ryan McPoyle actually got to open their own “anything goes” bar, this would be it. This place is weird as shit. Half the people here are geriatric fucks, half are wasted Harvard PhD students, and everyone resembles some kind of bird. The band’s average age is always at least 100, and the music is great.
To me, the most important thing about good dancing is being in a judgment-free zone, and you really can’t get much closer than this. Also, there’s a scratch ticket machine in the back for your boyfriend to skulk at if he doesn’t like getting down or is worried someone might try to lick his face.