We drank at a friend's place this Monday evening. The day was horrible, and I was glad just leeching off the food they had already ordered, and this amazing rum I was drinking the whole night. I got to eat my friend's homemade ice cream (note to self: find a woman your age who can do that, then make her queen). We sang Disney songs on YouTube, and while Belle and Beast were dancing (Stockholm syndrome for you), I heard a line that went something like this: "We were both falling awkwardly into place, falling into each other's shoes. Who's tune were we dancing? Were we, were we the notes?"