Wow. My blogging has been pathetic.

I never talked about the time I went line dancing.

Well, it happened Friday, December 14. I remember this day because it is also the day I chopped 7 inches of my hair and didn't tell anyone. I love watching people's faces as they don't recognize me (at first) and then the sudden switch to the realization that I am, indeed, someone that they know. It's a good time. I had long hair in high school too and chopped it off into a bob. The best reaction I got was when I was at school. I was walking through the hallway and as I turned a corner Kelsey was yelling my name, almost like a shriek, because she was so startled by my haircut. I think I had to run to the bathroom right after that because I was laughing to hard (I almost peed my pants).

Do I digress?

Anyway, my friend Dea invited me to go along with her and her work buddies because at another attempt to go dancing with our mutual friends, it fell apart pathetically. Besides, she knew I was dying to go (sorry about the cliche) because I'm a fan of shaking it.

So after learning a few steps by a ex-line dancing teacher who happened to party there every weekend, we started to pick it up as we went along. I tell you, it's not as easy as it looks. There are lots and lots of spins, foot stomps, yelling, and kicks. Although, once you get it, you don't forget it. You kind of just have to get out there with all the other people, watch their feet, and follow. You get jumbled a bit, but its a fun frustration. All you can do is laugh and if you don't get it right away, make up your own steps.

It was a little embarrassing to be shown up by the 60+ year old people, two stepping their way around you. However, after awhile, they too take you aside and teach you the steps as they go along.

Also, the lottery was there. I won a Nalgene water bottle. :)