The Lieutenant (K-Dub's partner) taught a 2-hour workshop today on West Coast Swing, his specialty. 'Twas awesome, but as always we were short of men, so Pauline pressed me into learning the man's part. I couldn't have done it if we'd been working on a dance I already knew, but I have barely been exposed to WCS, so being a guy was not too difficult. One of the women I partnered said I was a better partner than the actual men she usually dances with!

After about an hour of workshopping, Pauline called for a break. When we got back to work, several of the men didn't return on time and Pauline asked about them. "They went to the restroom," someone volunteered. I added "They were too intimidated by me." And Kelly threw in, "Yes, they couldn't handle her towering masculinity." Hee.

Now back from tonight's social dance, at which I hardly danced, on accounta (1) too tired from this afternoon (despite hour-long nap: WTF?) and (2) sinus headache moving in from Lord knows where. Have taken some Sudafed and Tylenol and will now make with the sleeping.

*My towering masculinity: let me show you it?