A Room of One's Own

Party A Room of One’s Own A dance floor, that is, at this women-only party Created by two New York girlfriends sick of cover charges, getting hit on, and having drinks spilled on them, Dance! Dance! Party! Party! is a boogying sanctuary with three rules: no boys, no booze, and no judgment. Because I like boys and drink and judge absolutely everybody, I called Seattle DDPP chapter head and self- proclaimed “dance diva” Jaime Carufel to find out why the hell this is actually fun. “There’s something freeing about dancing with just a bunch of chicks,” she tells me. “Nobody cares what they look like. I usually pretend I’m a ballerina. Sometimes we bust into spontaneous choreography and start doing the hustle—but to punk music. We’ll even get jiggy with it once in awhile.” The music selection varies from new wave to ’90s hits; requests are always welcome. Carufel says she sees women in their 20s to 40s at DDPP, and the number of participants grows each session. So ditch that martini and not-very-cute dude at least for tonight and get in some wholesome cardio—it’s Sunday, for God’s sake.
Sun., March 23, 6 p.m., 2008