Couple of things.

One, lindy is hard. Rather, differentiating between different lindy styles as a noob is hard. Sarah and Chris have been teaching me Savoy style, so when I danced with some Hollywood-style lindy dancers last night, I had a hard time feeling the lean into the swingout. Time and practice, time and practice. For two, I got good hangout time with Chris, Sarah, and Bridget last night. And I scheduled myself a massage. Good stuff.

I also got a sappy-but-true email from Chris this morning that lifted my spirits a bit.

Girls
are like apples
on trees. The best ones
are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.
Only I'd make one change, and that would be they have to wait for the right man to climb to the top of the tree. At any rate, I am done kissing self-identified frogs for a very, very long time. They just never turn out to be princes. I am content.

Time for an office cook-out, then off to the craft store with Ariel. Then off to Philly we go!