Dancing with Torgo
In the above picture, Torgo is about to ask the lady for a dance. Maybe. Not really.
Last night we went to a dance lesson. We did a little bit of salsa, swing, the foxtrot, and something else... the lambada? No, not the forbidden dance. I think it was the waltz. I already knew how to waltz, though. That's my standard club dance. Whenever the dj plays my jam (Banjo & Sullivan, "I'm At Home Getting Hammered (While She's Out Getting Nailed)"), I bust out the waltz. But now I have some new moves, so beware.
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Fun!
So I have this vague recollection of me and M-N being dance partners briefly in a salsa class we took for a wellness credit, where there were like three guys whose girlfriends wouldn't share them for the class.
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