I went dancing last night.
There was teaching of dancing, and I was instructed, and I then danced.
I was horrible, and I was uncomfortable, and I was quite happy when it was over. But my friend had a great time, and life has been pretty shitty to her, so, for a few seconds here and there, when I wasn’t about to step on her and I kind of sort of got it, seeing her smile and laugh was a lot of fun.
And the beer at the Knights of Columbus Hall on Buford Highway is way cheap. And the music of Curley Taylor and Zydeco Trouble kicks ass. And as long as no one pressures me into dancing more than I want, I just may join the Atlanta Cajun Zydeco Association.
Incidentally, I actually saw up close and personal how being a good dancer makes you more attractive to women. It’s common knowledge, I know, but seeing the phenomenon in action was pretty fascinating.