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????
I have three cats actually (well, two have lived here for many years and there is another in and out that is considering taking up residence - but she is still shopping the neighborhood trying to determine who has the better kitty food, who scratches behind the ears the best, best maintained litter boxes, fresh water, a sunny window for day long naps and all that other cat stuff they consider). Meanwhile harem party is moving to a casino for the weekend, so we can offer up some really sincere prayers, over 52 cards (or 53 in Pai Gow) and slot machines. I still have to get up early (again, bleh) to teach second day (and last) of the class. I'd rather watch the flamenco class FOD. Sounds like much more fun. Party on!
All you gentlemen should be out at flamenco class. It's a very macho *grunt* dance with stomping and yelling and lots of noise. And some wiggly women thrown in for good measure.
I had to come home and practice my shimmy just to make sure it still worked! Shazam! It does!
One of the Spanish dancers was delish. Awwwwww!
Let's see....hockey tomorrow night and maybe, just maybe X-country ski lessons on Saturday.
Oooopsies and shame on me for the litter box! Yick!
