Dancin', Dancin', DANCIN'!!!

I worked again tonight, keeping an eye on the Art Space again (much more normal this time). I'm sitting in the hall outside though, because there's no where else to sit and this kid that works there comes out. He's really nice, but.. kind of odd. He was the brains behind the umbilical party. And his name is Levon, which is apparently "La-VON", and not "Leven", like I think it should be. He may have made it up. But that's not the point.
He starts talking to me, and it's the most normal conversation I've ever had with him, he's asking me about my grad program and where I'm from, and he starts talking about once when he was in Detroit, etc., etc. Pleasant and all, right? Except the entire time he's talking to me, he can't stop moving. Not shifting one foot to the other. He's dancing. Doing little twirls and jumps and jazz hands. This is not a lie. At one point in time, mid sentence, he does a cartwheel, his legs hit the wall and he falls.
But,he's not kidding, he's dead serious, and so I have to keep a straight face the whole time and talk about the Renissance Center in Detroit while he's busting into some serious moves.
At the start, he was doing these wierd hand things, and I actually thought he was doing sign language. I'm thinking, "Oh, he's an interpreter or something". But then he does the half splits and I know what I'm dealing with here.
Please ask me to demonstrate, I can't do justice to the wierdness of this situation in a blog.