Last night, K-Dub, dancer1957 and I carpooled to a town about 25 minutes away where the Rotary Club was putting on its annual fundraising dance. Heavy hors d'oeuvres, cash bar, silent auction, live band, $35/ticket or $250 for a table of 8: doesn't that summary suggest at least "cocktail attire" to you? D. wore a shirt and tie; K-Dub and I sported sparkly dresses; most of the rest of the crowd looked like they'd just come off the golf course. It worked out for the best, though. Pauline had, unbeknownst to us, arranged (or decided on the spot, for all I know) to have us do some exhibition dancing during the band breaks. If I'm going to get up in front of people and represent the glorious excess that is ballroom dancing, I'd rather look, well, excessive.


From left to right, that's Mrs. K (come to think of it, I've never even seen her wear pants--always a skirt), Pauline, me, and K-Dub.

K-Dub picked out my dress; I'd never have considered that color but I got a lot of compliments on it.