Saturday afternoon: I interrupted two people sort-of dancing next to Pulse. I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I was planning on asking if you wanted to actually dance salsa, but just sort of lost my tongue.
Saturday night: I was accompanied by girl with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. We shared an elevator and then were walking through the Sheraton towards the hotel exit; you and your friends were apparently leaving rather early. We were trying to figure out from where we knew each other and couldn't come up with any common ground. Had I been smoother (and not so worried about the Ball getting canceled), I would have said, "Well, we could always fix that" and handed you a card. Should I mail it to you instead?