To dance…or not to dance
Unconscious Mutterings: I say…and you think…?
- Italy :: heist (The Italian Job)
- Honk :: car horn
- Shades :: cool eyeware
- Tool :: internet
- Modern :: times (story setting)
- Tension :: breaker
- Conservative :: style
- Weight :: on the mind
- Insurance :: (take a look at #8)
- Political :: mudslinging!
I’m going dancing tonight. Supposedly–dancing, that is. I am going, I just don’t know if I’ll be dancing. I only know a few of the dances because I’m at the intermediate level and this group tonight is advanced. Eh, well, I foresee some fun out of it. 
I might not have decided to go, but Monday evening dance has been indefinitely cancelled. Joseph got promoted to manager at his job (mazel tov! I won’t say anymore than that; his ego is strong enough already ) and won’t have the time for dance class.
While I cheer and congratulate him, I am disappointed about no dance. Ah well, work is more important. Once day, though, we’ll all be able to follow our dreams. Joseph can teach dance all over the world; Princess Josi can dance barefooted with her husband in Australia; and I can write serial novels…doing internet research in my spare time. *sigh*
02:45 PM
Chronicled by: Her Grace, Duchess of the Digital Quill
Aw! I love the ‘dream’ you wrote for me!
Comment by Princess Josi — Tuesday, August 1, 2006 @ 08:41 PM