That's pretty much the extent of what Jeff and I remember from our one night of dance lessons.
The neighborhood gang...ok, really just the girls, thought it would be fun to take a dance lesson and maybe improve our skills on the dance floor. So the Friday after Valentine's Day we all met at the Miller Park Pavilion to eat chocolate and learn a few steps. No booze was involved and several of us saw that as a problem.
We knew we were in trouble when several couples came through the door with their special dancing shoes in little draw string bags. Tim and I had already created our "panic word"...just in case we really felt the need to get the heck out of there. He only said "pineapple" 5-10 times...no really, it was fun (can't you tell by our enthusiastic expressions?) In fact, we're already talking about belly-dancing lessons!
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