...is that volunteering at a ballroom festival from Thursday night through Monday morning will (a) have you witnessing a goodly amount of amazing dancing for free and (b) make you feel like your head has been stomped by roving teams of midgets in combat boots come the Tuesday after.

...or How I Spent Saturday Night through Sunday Night.

( Fanciful Narration of Adventures Within )

...for Smarch (the period during which Things Go Wrong Lots (TM) between the end of February and the beginning of April) has struck again ( Read more... )

...in ballroom dance competition and the motorway vortex of Dooooom (TM) that is New Jersey.

( Once upon a time... )

...how swiftfoxe and I spent our weekend: Dancing. A lot. At DCDI 2005, the local ballrom competition ( Read more... )

...you wake up in the morning quite tired, guilt via IM message is really, really not what you want. It seems to cause severe episodes of mental cursing at the instigator of said guilt ( Read more... )

( People. Full of it. )

...from Nov 6th & 7th can be found at this web page. (Pictures of me and Joe are mostly near the end.) And yes, we kicked ballroom butt. Hee.

(Much thanks to Jason for posting these.)

....I have been remarkably unresponsive to most forms of communication this weekend since I've spent my time at the DC Dancesport Inferno (DCDI) ballroom competition at the University of Maryland. If you've posted interesting things that you'd like my express opinion on since Friday afternoon or so, do let me know. Otherwise, posts probably won't ( Read more... )

1) a paint job for my car. It wants to be a black car, deep in its little car heart. And the paint has started to chip away at an alarming rate.

2) lower-heeled dance shoes. Ach, my feet. They cry.

3) a DDR set. Or an unlimited pass to Ross's, whichever.