Am I the only one who just doesn't know how to dance at a club?

Filled with an abundance of party vibes I ventured into the wild world of Wellington's 'clubs' a while back.

I found myself surrounded by sweaty drunk people who were shaking their limbs, grinding, spinning, and kicking. 

So what do I do? Well, like the natural klutz I am, I shook my hips and whirled my arms around and around.

Imagine a wind-farm. They're beautiful, strange looking structures. Now imagine the opposite. That was me.