I'm not sure what I'm doing in this thing, as I:
- am pretty sure I weigh more than Armando, my new partner, who is joking about doing lifts;
- can not dance;
- try to lead, even though I can not dance
- looked like Zena, Non-Dancing Princess, next to all the twig-like TV reporters and personalities, as well as their partners. And I weigh more than all of them, too;
- tripped at my own debutante ball.
But Armando's confident, and so we're gonna learn to swing dance! Well...Armando already knows how to swing dance. He's going to attempt to teach me, while I try not to break anything, cry, and to fight the urge to flee, clacking like a buffalo in dance shoes.
I'm looking forward to it. But it's gonna hurt.
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Umm... Yeah, I was there for your deb ball. Good luck with this, kid. At least you've got your hutzpah and a really hot dress.
Oh, the deb ball. I will credit myself for the quick thinking that averted the dance floor tragedy caused by my failure to remember which part of my train I should be holding up. I just jumped up and down like a bunny so as not to halt the flow of couples. I looked like a jackass. But the day was saved.
Gee, I hope my last response went to your email and not to the web!!!
Good luck with with the swinging out.
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