Five, Six, Seven, Eight!

'And rock step, triple-step, five, six, triple-step, rock step, turn and five, leads keep the frame, six, pressure on the hands, triple-step, rock step...' are the words the instructors are calling out. Meanwhile,on my side of the dance floor: 'And rock step, triple-what?, no, spin this way, seven, pause, eight, rock step, what's the lead, no, wait, maybe if I... damn. I'm really not good at this, sorry, forgive me, did I just trod on your foot? I'm sorry, it won't happen a second... oh, sorry, that was the other foot. Here try, no, this move, I mean...'

It's just like that. Nearly... Whose idea was this anyway? Swing dancing classes as a way to meet people and show off my highly developed second left foot? Shyah. Smooth move. Although really, if I tell the truth, it's not so bad. Yes, I do often have two left feet, but still it's so fun! And the above was all my lament on lindy hopping. We've moved on now. A little something I like to call the Charlestown. Couple more weeks and I'll be leaping in the air and spinning girls round my shoulders like the heroes in all the cool swing dance movies. Just you wait and see.

Charlestown is my town.