Okay, went to the flamenco thingy. WYDOT says "stay home, silly!" and I, like the intrepid pioneer type I am *cough* went out.
It's groovy to hang with the right brained types for a while. No numbers allowed, although I was counting the beats of the music, but that's an old old habit....
Grilling up some bratwurst, it's still snowing like no one's business, and who hid the beer????
