You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

So last night, Steve and Alison joined Peter and me to go swing dancing! We--well, Alison and I, at least--have been anticipating this event for a while! The menfolk, Steve especially, took a little more convincing; but in the end, Steve added to the amusement of the night by virtue of his comments about this person's cankles and that person's horrendous lipstick.

I have come to believe, after a bit of introspection after last night, that dancing reveals much about one's character. For example, I discovered that--regardless of my lack of skill and knowledge--I have a tendency to lead. Before the dancing begins at the place we went to, there is an hour long lesson in which you dance with multiple people. So I was dancing with all these men I've never met before, most of which did not seem to know what they were doing, and I did not want to follow their lead.

There was one man in particular, who pointedly said, "Ah, you're leading!"

"Oh, sorry," I mumbled. He inclined his head, indicating forgiveness, though his pride had obviously been hurt.

So I tried to let him lead, but he didn't know what the hell he was doing! He was doing everything wrong! He didn't start on the right beat; he didn't turn the right amount of times...he didn't even stop right! Grrr. I wonder if he has a wife. If so, I feel sorry for her. What an idiot.

But I do lead terribly. I like it when the man leads, provided he does it well.

In other news, Peter and I visited Northern yesterday for orientation, where I learned that my educational path should be more or less a breeze--besides the fact that I have to take four semesters of French because I've slacked off on it for the past three years--and that Peter has about twenty-five more years of college in front of him. Lots of calculus too. I'm glad he's the math education major, and I'm the English major. Basically all I have to do is take English lit classes. How fun is that? I'm pretty excited!

I finally cleaned the moldy shower curtain. Now all I have to do is fold a small mountain of laundry and iron fifty shirts. Maybe I'll just put that off and go to the library. I'm feeling a little under the weather...I think laundry sounds a bit too taxing right now....