There was a new bruise on my knee this morning, roughly the size and shape of the coin slot in a pool table. This time I know where it originated (excitement over a particularly close shot in last night’s UNC – Oregon game while standing unfortunately close to the aforementioned pool table), but that’s notContinue reading “Turning End Tables”
Category Archives: Day-to-day Dancing
5, 6, 7 o’clock, 8 o’clock rock!
What gets me out of bed at 5 a.m.? Swing dancing on live local TV. It’s not often that you get a chance to do the Charleston, balboa, Lindy hop, and jitterbug with the other early birds, but when that proverbial worm appears, you have to snatch it up before it goes back to bed.Continue reading “5, 6, 7 o’clock, 8 o’clock rock!”
Crashing Parties, Crushing Pedestals
I love random and awkward life lessons. One of my friends, who shares my love of dancing, recently heard about a dance that was much closer to home than weekend dances tend to be. When she arrived, she was surprised to find that the boy at the door was not charging an admission fee. OnceContinue reading “Crashing Parties, Crushing Pedestals”
The mystery of contra dancers
As I have for the last month and a half, I went contra dancing yesterday. I was faced with a question that has puzzled my mind since the first time I went, back in December: Why are contra dancers so happy?I sat out one dance, and the girl sitting beside me started talking. She hadContinue reading “The mystery of contra dancers”