Last night I did Big Apple for the first time. Well, sort of. I made it through without absolutely falling on my face. I only lost my place twice (I think). Somehow I managed to mess up parts that I really do know, like the Shorty Georges. I think by that point in the evening I was just too tired. After the lesson (Big Apple for an hour plus straight) plus regular dances (including an absolutely fabulous one with SwingSensei to Baby Workout), my brain/body couldn’t concentrate anymore. Regardless, I made it through, and that’s what counts.
I’m worried about Pierce.
Johnsy made me coffee this morning.
I wish The Virginian was back in the states so he could come put up my shelves. I finally got things looking presentable (mostly because I had company coming over), but half my stuff is still in the spare room. I won’t really be able to get it settled until I have shelves to put it on. For some reason Johnsy doesn’t trust my skills with a cordless drill (I have no idea why), so she wants a real, actual carpenter type to come put them up. The Virginian is the only one I know who will work for food. We’ve been talking about him doing this for a while, but both of us keep taking trips and things. So I’m not sure when this will actually happen.
I get to dance Westie this weekend!