what it's all about
I just had one hell of a birthday weekend. Apparently some local dancers wanted to make a big thing out of it and throw a competition in my honor. The least they could have done is let my team win.
Or place.
Or even show.
Anyway, the point was to have a good time, and I had a blast. Dancing, socializing, meeting new people, learning new things (like the Big Apple), learning from new people, finding another dancer with my same birthday.
It was also very hectic and tiring. Crowded living quarters, no time for good food or sleep, sore all over and tired as hell.
And when I finally came back to my phone, I had ten missed calls and five messages. Seems I need to talk to some people tomorrow.
Or place.
Or even show.
Anyway, the point was to have a good time, and I had a blast. Dancing, socializing, meeting new people, learning new things (like the Big Apple), learning from new people, finding another dancer with my same birthday.
It was also very hectic and tiring. Crowded living quarters, no time for good food or sleep, sore all over and tired as hell.
And when I finally came back to my phone, I had ten missed calls and five messages. Seems I need to talk to some people tomorrow.