Damage: two blisters, a huge bruise, and a numb toe. Clearly I should invest in some new dancing shoes. 

I didn’t even dance nearly as much as I had planned. I originally wanted to go to the Sunday night dance as well, but I had other issues that clouded my mind most of the weekend and I didn’t plan for the three hour break between classes and the nightly dances.

The dance I did go to on Saturday night was an absolute blast, though. So many talented, lovely people. The band was absolutely amazing. The venue was beautiful. I felt overly stimulated, even. Whenever someone came up to ask me to dance I just sort of gaped at them and nodded. I didn’t feel I was at my best, though. Just from other things that clouded my mind and watching all of the dancers Saturday night, I felt a little like Bambi out there. I’m such a shy little thing.

The classes were pretty fun too, though I do wish I had gone with the intermediate track. As much as it doesn’t hurt to learn more about connection and 20s/30s Charleston… after five minutes I kind of had it down. 

I’d really love to take like a week off and just spend time at home and in the City dancing. I’d really like to visit more venues up there.