I am ashamed of myself. I cannot believe I forgot to write about my night swing dancing. Well. It's kind of hard to write about it without going on and on about all the people I danced with. I just tell you the highlights.
Well, the night didn't start out very well. As soon as we walked in, the scary looking guy dressed in all black asked me to dance. Wah. It was funny to dance with him however, because he frowned the whole time while we were dancing to this upbeat happy song.
I got to dance with 'Big-Headed Boy' who was one of my favorites, and the 'Spinny Guy' who was this old man who spins you the whole time.
But I have to say- my ultimate favorite was Maris. He was this black guy who totally got into the music. It was funny, because instead of coming up to me and asking me to dance, he kind of just dragged me off without my permission and started dancing. Yeah, he was confident. But he had a reason to be. I thought he was good. But then again, I don't have very good judgment 'cause I'm a newbie. Oh well. He taught me a new move as well.
I also danced with the nondescript guy. He wasn't really nondescript, but I was trying to tell Nikol who he was, but I couldn't describe him and I couldn't remember his name, therefore gaining him the title of 'the nondescript guy'.
There was also a birthday circle and performances. The performances were good, but I think if I were in the birthday circle I would die. Simply because I wouldn't be able to handle all the eyes on me and my lack of swing dance knowledge.
There's more I'd like to write, but I'm sure you don't want to here about every single dance, so I'll spare you.
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Ummm....what if we DO want to hear about every single dance? I love your labels of the different people. I know. It's "not good to label people." Yadda, yadda, yadda. You have good reason because you probably don't know their real names. I on the other hand have NO excuse to call the kids in my class, "the anger management kid, the cry baby, the indian, the blabber mouth." But... BUT NOTHING.
That's fun you got to go-Dance one for me next time--'cause I'd be WAY to intimidated to even go!
Make that "way TOO" after the "'cause I'd be..." (Sheesh. I'm a teacher.)
I'm glad you came. I hope some day you get to dance with Ricardo (perhaps the only guy I know the name of), the flaming ball of groove, the guy who always looks at you over his glasses, the mexican (I danced with his son), Laker (that's really his name), or "Allie's boyfriend" (the man with the bicepts).
:)
Oh - and count yourself fortunate that you didn't dance with "Victoria Secret Man", or his counterpart - "Victoria - and it's not a secret anymore"... but at least he has cute hair!
Sorry...
Aubrey, I'm impressed. I would have been scared stupid at 13 going into an environment like that. Congrats. I like that story about the guy dragging you. That's funny. Just don't make it a habit okay? Only some people can get away with that.
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