One of the pleasures of blogging is meeting other bloggers. Some of them remain online friends never to be met in person, and with some of them you make an offhand remark like, "Hey when are you coming to Seattle to teach me to contra dance?" and next thing you know you are standing in a church hall with a nametag slapped on your chest sweating and swinging and bowing to your partner.
Barry was a great teacher, and we acutally went dancing both Friday and Saturday nights, a feat I haven't accomplished in about 18 years. On Friday, we stayed in PT and went to the Cajun honky-tonk dance that was part of the slide and steel festival out at the fort. On Saturday we traveled to Tacoma for a contra dance. Luckily, the nametags we had to wear were color-coded so the newbies could be easily identified. This meant people could either be really nice or avoid me altogether, depending on their temperment.
I danced the two-step, I danced the waltz, and I danced contra up and down the hall. I ached in places I haven't ached in years (the arches of my feet, for one). It was great fun, and something I've wanted to do for a long time.
I also got to show off both PT and Seattle, which looked fabulous, as always (Mt. Rainier was especially stunning on Saturday evening). And Barry, in his infinite good taste, agrees that this brewery's Queen Nina's IPA is one of the best beers EVER.
Oh, good, you found a contradance! I'd forgotten about the Tacoma dance. If you want to go contradancing next time you're in Seattle on a Friday night, just let me know...
Posted by: Kimberly | 02 July 2007 at 07:23 PM