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avadRollerboogie-one sneak pic (cameras weren't allowed)me in pink tights
Well, ptooey on all chicken non-sparkle last minute excuse-makers;P ptooey ptooey-nope I'm not buying it.yer chicken is all.. CHIIIIIICKEEEEN. ppptbbbthh.
and thank you to those brave souls who made it out.We missed peeps that were even THERE yet on other sides of the place.ergh.
I now have one leg muscle. and it hurts. It's the one on the leg the 'volunteer' instructor/dance partner told me to keep 'riding on' though I informed him that it was obviously no longer part of my body, was in pain and wanted to split off. Craziness. He really did not let me fall though- and it was pretty cool, he was spinning me and teaching me all moves that I'm sure unfortunately I will NOT be able to duplicate without him holding me up the entire time. Mr.B and SuperA making funny alert noises from the sidelines when mr.instructor's hands/moves seemed a bit how-you-say.But it was fun.
Before Roxy, I got to at least browse Trash and Vaudeville on St.Marks awhile before they closed...and though tempted I did not succumb to the allure of a pair of deLish black patent pumps with hot pink trim and button strap.Had to remind myself that I really and truly wear boots all winter so they'd just sit in my closet and I don't like to waste money that way. Oh but how cute with those hot pink tights I was wearing...
Dinner at Dojos with Mr.B's bro and sis- my number one for cheap yummies. Soy burger dinner is pretty much all I ever order. Can't beat it for the price, fills you up and the carrot tahini salad dressing is mmmmm.
After all was said and done the drive home was endless.
Well, ptooey on all chicken non-sparkle last minute excuse-makers;P ptooey ptooey-nope I'm not buying it.yer chicken is all.. CHIIIIIICKEEEEN. ppptbbbthh.and thank you to those brave souls who made it out.We missed peeps that were even THERE yet on other sides of the place.ergh.
I now have one leg muscle. and it hurts. It's the one on the leg the 'volunteer' instructor/dance partner told me to keep 'riding on' though I informed him that it was obviously no longer part of my body, was in pain and wanted to split off. Craziness. He really did not let me fall though- and it was pretty cool, he was spinning me and teaching me all moves that I'm sure unfortunately I will NOT be able to duplicate without him holding me up the entire time. Mr.B and SuperA making funny alert noises from the sidelines when mr.instructor's hands/moves seemed a bit how-you-say.But it was fun.
Before Roxy, I got to at least browse Trash and Vaudeville on St.Marks awhile before they closed...and though tempted I did not succumb to the allure of a pair of deLish black patent pumps with hot pink trim and button strap.Had to remind myself that I really and truly wear boots all winter so they'd just sit in my closet and I don't like to waste money that way. Oh but how cute with those hot pink tights I was wearing...
Dinner at Dojos with Mr.B's bro and sis- my number one for cheap yummies. Soy burger dinner is pretty much all I ever order. Can't beat it for the price, fills you up and the carrot tahini salad dressing is mmmmm.
After all was said and done the drive home was endless.
