Moving On Up
I’m graduating from Intermediate to Advanced Lindy tonight, which also happens to be the start of the blind lead/follow class. Ugh, can’t wait so hard.
Well hard was the operative word, that class had me feeling like a total noob again. Why do I have the stereotypically fragile male ego?
On the bright side, during the party, I saw one lady waiting on the sidelines wearing an eye-catching floral dress, whom I approached from behind, and when I asked her for a dance and she turned around in my horror I saw that it was C4r14 H31n3y, normally I keep my distance from the advanced follows (why do I have the stereotypically fragile male ego) but of course in this case there was no way to back out and the dance was not the disaster that typically ensues when I dance with someone whom I want to convince that I’m halfway decent, in fact we had a bit of fun when we lost connection and just started doing solo Charleston (well, she was, I dunno what I was doing) and that’s how I accidentally danced with a superstar, whom I would never have dared to approach had I known it was her and in retrospect I probably shouldn’t have told her that.