The Midwest Balboa Swing Festival - Friday

So welcome to the first annual posting of the Midwest Balboa Swing Festival which was this past weekend. I had a great time, and learned some new stuff which will actually be put into use ... who knew?

First, the big complaint: I'm still pretty *censored* about missing the Friday lessons. I ended up getting up at 0415 and going all day until around 0030 the next day with only a short thirty minute lunchtime nap, which pretty much screwed up the Friday and Saturday late nights for me, because I was just too *censored* tired. My plan B was to come home after work on Friday and try to get a two hour nap before the first dance, but by the end of the work day, I was too hyped up and unhappy to go sleep. So instead...

I called Mae and said "What's up?" (not really what was said). She said they were going to the casino for dinner with one of the girls, Danah, staying at their house for the festival. Spanky & Danah were going to gamble and we could talk while they were doing that. We headed over to Harrah's and amazingly enough, there was no line at buffet on a Friday night, so we ate there. Danah is a little like caffeine in human form, she also placed in about every contest.

Spanky, Mae, and Danah sharing a gatorade to rehydrate after all that dancing.

After the casino, we headed over to the dance, where we met up with some out of town friends. I got right into the dancing, which is pretty much what I do anyways.

It was not this dance that made Maegmariel be sick.

At 2200 there was the open Jack & Jill. I entered not expecting much of a chance, but as the lottery says, you can't win if you don't play. I still didn't win, but I had a good time trying.

Rachel and I are ready to dance!


P-Log and Mark are discussing how good Steph and I look dancing.


TitaYolanda and I are dancing in the background, Timmo is hamming it up out front.

Finally back to dancing.

The dance ended, and for a special treat we got told to leave by an entirely new voice, the emcee for the event, Mark. The late night didn't begin until an hour after the dance (who thought that up?), so we headed back to Spanky & Mae's. I decided on the way I was too tired to go, I hung out there for about ten minutes until Spanky started making drinks ... I knew I had to leave and go home or who knew what time I would wake up on Saturday morning.

Thanks to Alpacaboy and Jittercliff for several photos more or less with implied permission.