Yay for dancing. That is the moral of tonight. God, I needed that. Four hours of not-quite non-stop dancing, following most of the time because I can't lead two-step. There was precisely one cute boy there--a professional dancer, who had me lead him in West. That was intimidating, but it worked out well. Got waltzed by another professional dancer, which was just incredible (weird mix of country waltz, american-oid, and international... all at once, and interchanging Fucking sweet waltz, though--fast as I like 'em).
Also, thanks to Miss Teagle for being my personal Mrs. Lovett earlier today.
More, and details, when I'm not so-tired-I'm-effectively-drunk tomorrow, and done with my memo.
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