How I spent my Saturday night (it took me two days to figure out how to download it off Facebook):

I’ve never seen a video of me dancing, and I’m glad to see that I don’t look nearly as clunky as I feel. I ain’t never going to make it to SYTYCD, but my moves aren’t half bad. 🙂

Ya’ll, I have missed this. Learning new dance steps, remembering old (it’s been a long, long time since I did the Lindy Hop, most only know the basic east coast swing; I kept switching back into the 6 count rhythm). A partner with a firm grip who knows how to lead. It brought back floods of memories of dancing in the smelly, hot and humid Navy Science building on Thursday evenings or the MAC on Saturday nights. My foot still remembers the feeling of hitting a nose during an unexpected flip (never again). I lust again for a comfortable pair of saddle shoes, brown and creamy white and a frilly, satiny red dress.

My partner invited me dancing on Saturday, as I will be visiting bjorks_defender for the weekend and he lives there and there’s a swing club. With a live band. So tempted. Soooo tempted.