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Dear Dancing for Dixie’s wedding Day Diary:

(Posted by Gayle)

Step, step, rock step, turn, step, step, rock step turn, stumble almost fall, step on Ron’s toe, worry about my ankles, wonder if Ron’s knees will survive.

Let go of control,  let Ron learn his part, and FOLLOW him.  Hold my frame, send energy through my arms to Ron.  Oh boy Gille and Cheryl just flew through my mind.  Wait, rewind, Gille with the French accent Gille…. damn why didn’t I go see The Sex and the City movie….he was buck nak……crap which foot am I on?  Left or right?

Okay rock step, look into Ron’s eyes, they are twinkling.  Still looking into his eyes, uh oh… he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing!  We both laugh…belly laughter!  It’s been a long week.  We needed some good old belly laughter.  We are stretching.  This is this stuff 22 good years are made of.  Neither of us really want to swing dance.  Both of us are dying to swing dance (and we hope we don’t die while swing dancing.)  We wish we had taken time to learn how to dance when we were younger, but we were busy (and scared of looking like fools.)

Now that we’ve aged a bit a we know the fool part is unavoidable – so what the hell… we may as well be dancing fools…

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