journal title, woo!

I WENT A-LINDY HOPPIN' AGAIN~! I also managed to make the mistake of (a) eating four plates of chips and salsa, calamari, an entire pizza, and dessert before going, and (b) wearing the GRIPPIEST SHOES I OWN. I felt like I had to apologize to everyone I danced with, woe. I was also thwapped in the head by this one guy's arm like three times every times we did any sort of under-move, each of which was followed by an amused/mortified "I'm sorry! You're just TALL!"

Something amusing: Every time a Michael Buble song comes up, the dance floor is immediately full of the bumping-and-grinding sort of swing. EVEN IF IT'S REALLY FAST, YOU'RE BUMPING. Seriously, the man's voice is sex.

Also, I am proud to say that I can do all of the things in the below video. Without thinking, and with flair. Intermediate lesson next Friday for $5, woo! \o/



( And then there's an lj-cut because I ramble when it's this late at night. )