Monwednesday

Remarkably stable after that good, hearty, hiccupping-and-reduced-to-incoherency sob fest. I think everbody should indulge at least every few months or so - it's kind of like confession. If you do it too much, it becomes meaningless, and if you do it too little, when you finally get around to it, you're completely bowled over.

Most of Saturday was spent in good humor, relaxing, shopping, and dinner at a restaurant downtown, outside at dusk. Thunderstorms were firing off in the distance. I was content.

I was ever so curious on Sunday what a private ballroom would look like... Decadent, to have a beautiful parquet floor the length of an entire house with wrought iron candlebras and fixtures, and a lovely granite bar, a mini-gym, and a full bath with granite shower and vanity - all on the ground level of your home. A pair of ballroom dance aficionados in the area built a new house not to long ago, and they'll be regularly hosting a pro coach there for one weekend per month. I, along with assorted fun people (RH, D, A, and a few more) had a one-hour waltz lesson, and then a one-hour tango lesson. Later in the evening, RH hosted a goodbye party for one of our talented dancers (who is moving to another state) at her apartment. It thunderstormed off and on the entire time, which made for interesting swimming conditions. Luckily, there was an inside pool, as well as an assortment of delicious home-cooked goodies from various cultures (Russia was represented, as well as China, Japan, and India)... And I finally discovered the addiction that is DDR...

Today is the first day of a 3-day workweek (can I use "day" any more times in this sentence?), so I guess it can be considered Wednesday (I can!). There are some pressing projects in the works for this week, which I have to keep an eye on, since I have Thursday off. Tonight, practice in the studio, 6:30 - 9.