Dancing!

Since pauvre Brigetta was sick tonight, I have pictures from the dancing excursion.



Okay. So the Dirty Dancing reference was gratuitous. I just watched it again last night. I will forever think that the greatest travesty of my life was not losing my virginity to "Cry To Me." Just sayin'. :P



We begin with Racheal looking very cute in a fedora.



Rac dancing with Scott.



This completely random man asked me to take his picture. So there you go, completely random creepy man.



Heather!



This guy's name is also Scott. He's an amazing lead. I myself danced with him four times, and he taught me a lot. I'll definitely have to seek him out next time.



This is Heather and her new boyfriend the nice older gentleman who continually seeks her out for dances.



This is Skyler, sans dapper fedora.



Rac, Scott, and Scott's fiancee, whose name is escaping me at the moment Sarah. Give me a break, it's 5:00 am.



The Aster. I tried to un-redeye her. Tried, being the key word.



The sole picture of me, since I was mostly behind the lens. Me & Skyler doing the end-bit of some fancy arm-crossy thing.


Tonight, I learned 2 neat kick-out combinations at which I'm fairly adequate, more fun twirls at which I hope to be fairly adequate someday, and the basic steps to the tango, which I've longed to learn... oh, forever. So. It was fun, and this will become a semi-regular thing, time permitting. So that's that.