Dancing Lesson
I went to Wild Horse last night. It was my very good friend Rebecca's 25th birthday, and she wanted to go country line dancing of all things. (I say that because she's less into country music than i am, and has never actually been to a country bar before.) So there were like 12 of us girls, half of whom go to my church, and the other half are people she went to college with who are from GA and live here now... so i felt very connected with everyone. Oh, and our friend RJ, the token guy. Graham showed up later, for a brief time. Anyway, we had a blast. And Emily, who I just met last night, taught us something about dancing. Some of the girls refused to dance, even though those of us who did get out there didn't have a clue what we were doing (what we DID have was tequila). Emily instructed us that anyone can dance; all you have to do is spell your name with your butt. So that was our joke the whole night... if you totally screw up the dance, just start spelling your name with your butt, and everybody will think you look really cool anyway. Or something like that. It was almost 1 when i got home and i got up at 7:30, and now I'm expected to be able to concentrate on stuff..... Anyway, I of course tried the butt spelling when i got home last night, and it got weird with the n's. But i could probably get away with leaving one out.