Originally published at the Huffington Post.


It's a familiar story: A handsome stranger moves to town. He's been working so hard, punching his card. And he's got this feeling that he needs to tear up this town. So, of course, he wants to cut loose.

But, unfortunately, it's not quite that easy. Because if the town our stranger just moved to is New York City, and the place he's kicking off his Sunday shoes isn't one of the fewer than 120 licensed "cabarets" or "dance halls" in the city, his dancing could be against the law.