so if u know me at all u understand that i cannot keep a beat unless its the soulja boy, but waltzing is another story. if u told me that when i left for this trip that i would learn the waltz, go to the ball, and actually dance there id tell u that u were full of shite. but dany, our homestay corrdinator decided that it was a good idea to put on dance lessons and with nothin else to do, i decided why not. well, i got pretty good, by our standards, and the only one that could keep up with my fast feet was hannah, from seattle who has been here both semesters studying but i guess she realized that the really dancers are from the midwest and not out in the rain. we only had two practices and with me being an athlete, i had to treat this as a sport, mostly a play like a play in basketball, that seemed to be the only way i could get the steps down correctly. but when it was all said and done, i only had one play to learn and i think i got it down for the most part. the interesting part came at the actual ball, not only was i dressing in a pretty
sweet tux (with a tail) but i can now say that i danced at a ball in vienna. im not saying i was good but i think i lead hannah more like a pin ball machine bouncing off everyone in our way but like i said the important thing is that i did and u didnt.
