So I went to the ballroom dancing thing, and it was so boring. I arrive and the place only accepts cash, so I gotta run across the street to the winndixie and get cash. since I'm a student, I only had to pay 5 dollars, wooh.
so they start with a mixer, which is where the guys day and the girls form a line and we pass dancers one at a time and then get in line again and that way everyone gets to dance. Then I sit down because the people who bought a host get to dance now with the host, and if you have your own partner go ahead and join.
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So... out of the ten or so guys that were there (most of them in their fifties), three of them (under forty) were hosts and I had to pay ten dollars earlier to even get to dance with them, and the others all came with their wives.
So for the next hour I sat there while some old woman drinking HEAVILY tried to chat me up. Gawd, she stank so bad. And she kept wanting to lean in real close to talk, so I kept getting this nasty, liquored up breath in my nose. gawd it was awful.
Finally at 9 o'clock I saw my teacher from the ballroom dancing class who suggested this place and went to talk to her and told her how bored I was. She asked if any of the other students showed up and I said no, just me. And then I told her I looked forward to class in Thursday, at least that's generally fun, and then said goodbye and left.
I'm so glad I only paid five dollars but even THAT felt like a rip off.
So now all I want to do is dance with someone and there's no where around like that, so I'm totally regretting now having a boyfriend again (lame). So I'm just going to post nudie pics now, then curl up and eat some chocolate and recover from the last bit of my cold. |