At any rate, we're in "prep" stage.
|So. Glamorous. Who knew my hair was long enough for rollers? Not quite long enough for an "up-do", though.|
If you're a reader who is in the area and you see this post soon enough, hey! Why don't you join us over there? There's a single class starting at 7:30, followed by general dancing for as long as you can stand it (or, until they stop, if you're just a Dancing Freak).
UPDATE: We danced a little. Well, we went to the class first, which was on Foxtrot. It started out easy and got progressively harder, and Stephen ended up sitting out most of it because it was just frustrating for him. When the general dancing started, we looked at the playlist and chose songs that we could dance together, and when I returned from dancing with someone else, we checked in a lot to be sure that we were both having fun.
He took photos of me dancing with others. Most of the photos, because they were taken in my phone, and it's DANCING, are not great. At the very end, he got some video of my hustle with Dale. Here's what we managed to bring home in the phone:
|selfie to start. I have already begun dancing, which means|
I've started to sweat, and my hair has decided it's "done".
|I took this of the room full of dancers.|
|Salsa or swing with Russian Frank. He liked spinning me.|
|More swing, I think, with Russian Frank.|
|Dale mostly danced smooth dances with me, but I requested this hustle.|
|Same hustle with Dale.|
Stephen got the photo-taking figured out.
|Twas a Good Night, and so, Good Night to you.|