... and we contra-dance in the blue states

After a somewhat draining week, the first half of the weekend (at least as long as "weekend" only means saturday and sunday) has been pretty fun. Went to a family friend's wedding reception at the town farm, complete with country-western, square, and contra dancing. So there was much eating, and wine, and dancing. And rejoicing (yaaay). And then after 2 cups of wine the bartender tried carding me... maybe only 21-year-olds get to have 3 drinks. Good thing I am one.

Anyhoo, I always love some good dancing, so now my feet are covered with barn dirt. Any night that ends with dirty feet is a success.

1 comment:

  1. "Any night that ends with dirty feet is a success."

    Oooh, that sounds really illicit and risque, somehow.