It Don’t Mean a Thing

Happy days!  The disastrous hip hop classes are over!  But my dancing dreams have been revived!  (Oooh, I’m feeling the exclamation marks today.)

That’s right.  Despite my usual philosophy that if at first you don’t succeed, might as well give up, this seems to be an area where I have a limitless willingness to keep trying.  Go figure.

Hippy to the hip hip

Do you hear that sound of shattering glass off in the distance?  In case you’re wondering, that’s the sound of my dancing ambitions once again being crushed by the cruel, cruel sledgehammer of reality and whatever the word is for the opposite of grace.