[no witty title, so as to resist the urge to use an awful pun, since I'm generally against them]

I finally dragged myself out to swing dancing for the first time in 3 months. Although I was out of practice, I actually had no trouble following. I tried to help out this kid (I use this term for lack of a better word my guess was that he was an undergrad, he seemed so young!) who had never done swing before, and taught him a few things, like the basic step, and how to signal turns. So that was my nice deed of the evening.

I'm glad I went. I forgot how fun it is. Hopefully now that the mono is gone I can go regularly again. (Though I usually get tired out from Wednesday afternoon Techiya rehearsals. But next semester's schedule may be different.)