Twisted Whiskey?

I know it's the middle of a workday, but two epic things just happened.

One of the secretaries received a singing valentine from her husband - a barbershop quartet in tuxedoes, serenading her with love songs in the public reception room! It was pretty incredible.

My co-worker came by to ask me about social dancing, because he's getting married soon and is terrified of the "first dance." He has no idea how to dance and has two left feet and two left hands. He claims he has about as much rhythm as a poached egg. I gave him an impromptu basic lesson on informal wedding dancing - you know, stand in closed hold (with the proper arm around the lady!), rock back and forth while slowly rotating, tossing in a vector change every once in a while. I even showed him how to execute a slow American-style waltzy turn.

Afterward, I told Caspian about it. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: I just gave my co-worker an impromptu dance lesson.
Him: Haha!
Me: He's terrified of the first dance at his wedding and has no idea what to do.
Him: And you told him it was easy; you just do a triple-flechette followed by a back-sowcalf-doublehop twisted whiskey, and then a low dip for a kiss, right?

Fabulous.