Just curious - I always do - my husband never does. I pull all my moves out: the Dougie, Roger Rabbit, - everything I've got. I'd rather dance than sit until my butt gets numb trying to make small talk with people I don't know (this is my husband's office party). There's one European guy there who dances, but other than that, its just us cool women on the floor. What gives? Of course, I count on him to tell me enough is enough and get me outta there before things start going wrong as they so often do when we drink.