A chance to dance.

We went to a wedding last night; our first since our own… which is such a better experience, in the way that we get to eat red meat, dance our asses off, chat people up, and we’re not the center of attention (or paying for it). It’s more… breathable.

Anyway, this couple had mixed dancing for the second part, even to Israeli songs, which is something I wouldn’t have minded but wasn’t going to push for at my own wedding. Ahem; see past entries.

Dancing is an amazing activity. I can understand how some people aren’t comfortable with it. But, like Elaine from that Seinfeld episode, I just don’t think about how I look when I’m really into it. It’s like chocolate or sex or, really, having a great workout.






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