Back in Swing

Last night, I went swing dancing for my first time since moving to Portland.
(I've danced in Boston, Denver, and Aspen since I moved here... but hadn't danced here.)
It was the best decision I've made in a while. I had so much fun dancing, that someone suggested we go swing dancing at a hip hop club after the dance was over. I went. It was great. It was so good that my hip hurts. (I was about to write my hip hops.)

Guys in PDX have a unique style. They're really bluesy in their dance, without being over the top of full of body rolls (like I remember them being in Chicago). One was particularly helpful, one was particularly hip-hoppy and in awe of dancing with me (swing dancing most always is a great ego booster), one of particularly goofy, and I talked to one girl.

Someone got my email address to make sure I get invited to the blues party next weekend.

The guy I spent the most time with, hip/lindy hopping with at the night club afterward, was very nice. He owes me five dollars as I had him hold my stuff since I had no pockets, but then cover was free for "ladies" and I forget to get the $ back from him. He was very nice, though. I don't remember his first name - but the last name is Peacock.

I DEFINETLY need to go dancing more.

The End