6 hours of non-stop dancing: bachata (123 hip), salsa (123, 567), belly dancing (shake shake shimmy shimmy), lyrical jazz (emooo), casino rueda (cucaracha!!), merengue (1234 back step front step).
Maddy and I matched from head to toe today, unintentionally. Grey tee shirts, denim shorts, birkies. And we laughed at a pair of girls from across the road who were both wearing stripey black and white tops with white shorts, and wondered if they felt as embarrassed as we did.
We made exciting business plans that I fully intend to carry out one day, when we find the time, and the money, and the guts.
Also, I'm getting repulsively podgy, and I really should do something about it soon, but I can't. Eating less is not an option, but I haven't got enough time (or energy) to exercise either.
Gross.