Chain Chain Chain
It's interesting how things link together in ways I could never plan. Monday, after our dance class (our first full hour!), Grand Sponz and I were talking over coffee at the Starbucks across from the dance studio.
We first discussed dance lessons well over a year ago (I think) at a dessert finale party for a fundraiser for our local AIDS service organization. She and I were trying our hand (foot?) at some swing dance moves I'd learned years before. That's when she said she'd like to take dance lessons and I shared that desire. Monday night, she told me what had led to our attempted dancing at that party. She had gone to the disco room for some bump 'n' grind dancing with a fellow in our group at the party. (She wasn't part of our group that night.) When they came back to the main room, she was still feeling the groove and that's when she and I made our attempt to dance to the big band music that was playing. It turns out that the fellow she danced with was my cousin from New York, who was down to visit family and to attend the event! She didn't know who he was and I didn't know they'd danced. Well, with some gentle prodding from Grand Sponz, I checked into the lessons and now we're learning ballroom dancing, including swing.
Now, Grand Sponz loves her some Las Vegas. She just got back from there this past weekend. With my impending change in employment, I will have time and money for a vacation this late summer/early fall. We're going to go to Las Vegas together and with other friends. We just made the preliminary plans right there! I love going to new places, but I prefer to go with someone who knows their way around. She certainly does. Going to Las Vegas is on my Lifetime To Do List. I can't think of a better way to enjoy it than to go with a bunch of sober drunks that are really into their recovery.
I wonder what the next link in the chain will be...
We first discussed dance lessons well over a year ago (I think) at a dessert finale party for a fundraiser for our local AIDS service organization. She and I were trying our hand (foot?) at some swing dance moves I'd learned years before. That's when she said she'd like to take dance lessons and I shared that desire. Monday night, she told me what had led to our attempted dancing at that party. She had gone to the disco room for some bump 'n' grind dancing with a fellow in our group at the party. (She wasn't part of our group that night.) When they came back to the main room, she was still feeling the groove and that's when she and I made our attempt to dance to the big band music that was playing. It turns out that the fellow she danced with was my cousin from New York, who was down to visit family and to attend the event! She didn't know who he was and I didn't know they'd danced. Well, with some gentle prodding from Grand Sponz, I checked into the lessons and now we're learning ballroom dancing, including swing.
Now, Grand Sponz loves her some Las Vegas. She just got back from there this past weekend. With my impending change in employment, I will have time and money for a vacation this late summer/early fall. We're going to go to Las Vegas together and with other friends. We just made the preliminary plans right there! I love going to new places, but I prefer to go with someone who knows their way around. She certainly does. Going to Las Vegas is on my Lifetime To Do List. I can't think of a better way to enjoy it than to go with a bunch of sober drunks that are really into their recovery.
I wonder what the next link in the chain will be...
