This weekend I’m attending my sweetie’s 15-year college reunion. I arrived on campus this afternoon, and attended a 45-minute dancing lesson/class. I went to the session solo, hoping that I could find another lone attendee with whom I could partner. (My sweetie really doesn’t like to dance, so I try not to force him.) In addition to the five couples who attended the class, there was one guy who arrived alone – so he and I became the sixth pair. He was young (26 years old), and had taken a dance class at the college for a semester – so he was a nice strong lead. As a result, I had a fantastic time waltzing and fox-trotting and rhumba-ing, twisting and spinning and swaying – it was so much fun to dance!
After the class I drove to my brother- and sister-in-law’s home (who are kind enough to let my sweetie and I stay with them overnight [they live less than 2 miles from the college campus]), and we all had dinner, then spent a few hours chatting and catching up. It was lovely to see them and to get to spend some one-on-one time with them.
All in all, a fun way to spend a great summer day!