Seattlest Apologizes: Darek Mazzone

Dear Darek,

We were dancing behind you towards the back of Neumo's at the Los Invisibles show on Saturday night. It was late in the show, and we noticed that you'd also discovered the joy that is the oversized bottles of Red Stripe. We were a bit slap-happy at this point, it being our friend Kevin's birthday and all.

Earlier, we saw that you didn't seem much for the dancing, which surprised us, you being such a world music guy and all. So it was cool later on when the crowd was far more worked up and we were enjoying a pretty raucous merengue song, that you actually started dancing more. And then turned around and ended up facing us. Being the dorks that we'd been with our friends all night, we gave you the "two fingers pointed at you, wild west style" move, something straight out of Night at the Roxbury. You almost smiled, and then a look of near terror came over your face and you abruptly turned around and whispered something conspiratorially to someone else in your group.

So Darek, we're sorry. We thought maybe you'd merengue with us, but we won't take it personally. We weren't hitting on you or anything (we're married, and are pretty sure you are too), you just orbited awfully close to our galaxy of goofy.