Blogging during holidays is much more difficult than I expected — too many parties and dance events are cramping my style 🙂

Yesterday, I danced almost non-stop at a Christmas dance social. It was very, very fun. The quality of leads (male dancers usually, not always) makes me feel like a kid in a candy store (oh dear, am I going to regret writing that?) The only downer was I didn’t road test my skirt before going out dancing. It flew up too high so I had to hold back on my favourite swing spins. I’m not an exhibitionist! Not that type, anyway.

At midnight, we showed up at a 21st party. Good food, good company. I recoiled at my first taste of whisky. It was awful.

At 3 AM, I tugged on Damjan and asked to go home (thanks for driving, James). I was worried because I had to teach piano at 9 AM then dance all day at a competition. I am non-functional on less than six hours of sleep.

It’s worked out all right, though. This morning as I was eating breakfast, my piano student’s mum called and cancelled the lesson.

“Sorry for the very late notice, Joan. Joanne’s just woken up with gastroenteritis. I don’t think we can have our lesson today.”

“That’s okay.” I could barely contain my excitement. I happily slurped up my muesli and went back to bed.