Hi there, dear blogosphere.
I’m at a golf resort in the middle of Effing Nowhere, QC. surrounded by about 800 swingers… er…. swingdancers from all over North America.
Said swingdancers are about to get hammered since all the competitions are over and tomorrow is a holiday for us Canucks.
Our school got a ton of medals as usual and everybody is ready to party hard (we don’t allow our students to drink until the comps are over)
Wi Fi sucks big time here and I don’t even know if I’ll be able to post this.
The party room is open and I hear they are doing some sort of shot (the MC told us that anybody going there should bring an umbrella and open their mouths).
However, I’m in the main Ballroom listening to my good friend Solomon Douglas play with his band. I don’t feel like dancing but the music is fantastic!
Hope y’all are having a great weekend. And for all of you suckers poor souls that have to work tomorrow, sleep tight [you should be in bed already, anyway].
Sign at the door of one of the Toronto rooms
Normally I think the “swing dancing problem” is not a laughing matter. But I guess you have to cut loose every once in a while.
hahahahaha
Yeah