Jenny, Taylor, and I had an amazing time learning to set dance last night in Kilfenora. I can't even explain how much fun it was. I super excited to learn that I do not totally stink at it either! We spent the night dancing with 50 years+ single men. It was slightly odd when, during the lessons, one man lost control of his foot and it found contact with my backside. As my jaw hit the floor and Jenny stood there laughing, I was only able to mumble "I'm taken, Sorry." See, Noah, no worries. Plus, I like men with teeth and the ability to find the beat in music. We had such a good night that we are hoping to go again in two weeks and take the donors with us! The two men in the picture above: the guy in blue reminds me of my Grandpa Fred and was with whom I danced the evening away. The short man was the one with the wayward foot. It was exciting to see some of the crazy good (and very friendly dancers). There was one couple that was just ripping up the floor with fancy footwork, kicks, and vocalizations. My new goal in life: learn to set dance (or square dance because that is apparently the American version of set dancing). PS.
No comments:
Post a Comment