the long lost weekend

there was a weekend amongst all that blues dancing. everything went by in a blur. saturday and sunday workshops, noon til 6, social dancing in the evenings.


i tried to recuperate on the monday but found myself wandering shop to shop in the city, in between filling up on mocha frappacinos. of course i had lindy class on monday night that i couldn't pass up, and balboa last night. i just can't seem to keep off the floor now. a habit or an obsession? you pick!




more ainsley posters all over town.