"I like my whiskey, and I love to dance..."
Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!
Today is a bit bittersweet for me. Bitter because I can't dance because of the foot. It's healing, but not strong enough yet to take the twists and jumps and turns of step dance. Irish dance is something I usually do on St Paddy's Day to the point of exhaustion. It's also a bit sad because I'm remembering last year when my friends and I all got together. They came to watch me dance at a show on campus, then we trekked to a pub and drove around Toledo and did green jell-o shots and danced and danced. It was a blast. This year it couldn't happen for various reasons.
But it's sweet because my friend sockglue is coming down to chill with me and drink Guinness and do Irish car bombs. And that shall be very sweet, indeed. And I have Gaelic Storm music. Which is always a good thing (even if it makes me miss dance terribly).
Sláinte!
Today is a bit bittersweet for me. Bitter because I can't dance because of the foot. It's healing, but not strong enough yet to take the twists and jumps and turns of step dance. Irish dance is something I usually do on St Paddy's Day to the point of exhaustion. It's also a bit sad because I'm remembering last year when my friends and I all got together. They came to watch me dance at a show on campus, then we trekked to a pub and drove around Toledo and did green jell-o shots and danced and danced. It was a blast. This year it couldn't happen for various reasons.
But it's sweet because my friend sockglue is coming down to chill with me and drink Guinness and do Irish car bombs. And that shall be very sweet, indeed. And I have Gaelic Storm music. Which is always a good thing (even if it makes me miss dance terribly).
Sláinte!