Angie and I started this past Friday evening what we've been talking about doing for the last few years: dancing together. Not since we were college kids have we taken time to get into dancing, because, you know, when your married and have children to attend you stop dancing. Dancing is for young people, and most definitely not for middle aged white guys. It's the law.
But...we're back at it. We're getting into swing, jitterbug, and Latin dancing, with an eye toward eventually becoming proficient enough to enter amateur competitions. We have no illusions about how much work and time this will take. Particularly after my utterly incompetent display of whitemanship.
After the Latin stuff, who knows? Maybe Voodoo ritual dance. That would be hot. (just kidding Angie!)
But...we're back at it. We're getting into swing, jitterbug, and Latin dancing, with an eye toward eventually becoming proficient enough to enter amateur competitions. We have no illusions about how much work and time this will take. Particularly after my utterly incompetent display of whitemanship.
After the Latin stuff, who knows? Maybe Voodoo ritual dance. That would be hot. (just kidding Angie!)
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