Do you fancy a shag, baby?

Holyshitgoddaaaaaggghhhaaawhaaathefuckingholyfuckinghellwhat whoa.

That's what was going on in my head after watching the Camp Hollywood Pro Lindy Finals on Saturday evening.

Nick Williams and Tise somebody were teaching a beginning fast Lindy class Saturday morning. They really shouldn't have labeled it "beginner", because we had, at the end of the hour, a tightly packed room of mostly beginning dancers trying to do fast lindy to what Nick called "the mecca of fast lindy music". My partner didn't get to practice. I just refused to send her out into that gauntlet. Wasn't the teachers' fault, they were great...

Friday and Saturday I didn't stay for the afterhours dancing, cause I wanted my brain to be functional for the swing classes the next day... but come Sunday night, me and Jenn (yes, short-black-hair-Tim's-Tuesday-night Jen(n?)) danced 'till 4am... more specifically, 4:20 am ;). Pretty much 'till the room was clear. Fuck getting up for work. I like my priorities. Shut yer pie hole.


What?!
No, of course I don't have a problem! I'm just a social dancer. I can stop anytime, really.
Come on, I only have 3, maybe 4 nights of dancing a week.
Well, occasionally I'll dance in my room by myself... but only when I need to relax!
Or while in line at the grocery store, or while cooking eggs... brushing my teeth...

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