Brick and I went dancing last night. Had a good time, even though we didn't stay out all that late, and saw some dear friends while we were there.
The bar was stocked with couples who REALLY knew how to dance. They had coordinated moves. Clearly they dance together, as couples, all the time. They'd sit down between songs and congratulate each other on their style.
I refused to cede the floor to those couples, though. Brick and I were there to have a good time, and we did. Broke a shoe, even, so midway through one song I danced back to my table, took off my shoes, danced back to Brick, finished the song in my nylons.
As I sat at the table, gulping water and catching my breath, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turned around, and some guy wanted a high five.
Yeah, I think Brick and I do OK up against the flashy dancers. Man, I want to do that again soon.